Third time’s the charm

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There are three things going on here, well, that’s going on in Yaroslavl.

The first is that David’s old handler is losing it over the fact he had upped and gone to Moscow, Russia.  Old handlers always suspect their charges that go to Russia are looking to defect.  That isn’t David’s intention, but he knows Prendergast is never going to see reason.

The fact he sent one of his minders along, presumably to drag him back home is reason to suspect a major breakout of paranoia.

The second was a visit to the palace ruins, but it was going to take someone with more imagination than he had to see what the attraction is.  Whatever had been there, in that peaceful, tranquil spot must have had an air of magnificence about it.

Of course, Susan turns up, and they have words, and things might have gone smoother if it had not been for Prendergast’s minder.

Enough said, for the moment.

Back at the hotel, having missed the flight back with Susan, David gets to relive some of those lingering thoughts of Alisha, though he doesn’t act on them.

The third event, it was nearly a case of third-time lucky as the assassination attempt was almost successful.

Sadly, Alicia is nearly killed, and they need Boris to rescue them.

Two spies, a major injury and a dead body in a hotel room spell trouble in any country, but more so in Russia.

Could things get any more complicated?

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Third time’s the charm

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There are three things going on here, well, that’s going on in Yaroslavl.

The first is that David’s old handler is losing it over the fact he had upped and gone to Moscow, Russia.  Old handlers always suspect their charges that go to Russia are looking to defect.  That isn’t David’s intention, but he knows Prendergast is never going to see reason.

The fact he sent one of his minders along, presumably to drag him back home is reason to suspect a major breakout of paranoia.

The second was a visit to the palace ruins, but it was going to take someone with more imagination than he had to see what the attraction is.  Whatever had been there, in that peaceful, tranquil spot must have had an air of magnificence about it.

Of course, Susan turns up, and they have words, and things might have gone smoother if it had not been for Prendergast’s minder.

Enough said, for the moment.

Back at the hotel, having missed the flight back with Susan, David gets to relive some of those lingering thoughts of Alisha, though he doesn’t act on them.

The third event, it was nearly a case of third-time lucky as the assassination attempt was almost successful.

Sadly, Alicia is nearly killed, and they need Boris to rescue them.

Two spies, a major injury and a dead body in a hotel room spell trouble in any country, but more so in Russia.

Could things get any more complicated?

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Three stations

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After seeing a film called Gorky Park with a Russian detective named Arcady, I read a few more in the series that feature him, and one of those had a reference to three stations.

These three stations are the Leningrad station, the Kazansky station, and the Yaroslavl station.

The latter was the one that interested me the most.

The story has Susan having a Russian father, a KGB agent who had an affair with her mother, and a man who had roots in the imperial past, from a rich family pre-1917 revolution, who lost everything after the revolution.

I needed a place for the ruined palace, and that was Yaroslavl.  It is tucked away off the main road on the banks of the Volga River, and according to legend, was once visited several times by the Tzar himself.

Legend also has it it was given to the family by Catherine the Great for services rendered.

Anyway, David gets himself to Moscow, does his version of the Cook’s tour, thanks to an obliging taxi driver, and then to the station to catch the train.  Why not drive?  Well, that’s an interesting question.

But ensconced in his hotel making plans for the next day to visit the ruins, an unexpected visitor lands on his doorstep.

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Three stations

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After seeing a film called Gorky Park with a Russian detective named Arcady, I read a few more in the series that feature him, and one of those had a reference to three stations.

These three stations are the Leningrad station, the Kazansky station, and the Yaroslavl station.

The latter was the one that interested me the most.

The story has Susan having a Russian father, a KGB agent who had an affair with her mother, and a man who had roots in the imperial past, from a rich family pre-1917 revolution, who lost everything after the revolution.

I needed a place for the ruined palace, and that was Yaroslavl.  It is tucked away off the main road on the banks of the Volga River, and according to legend, was once visited several times by the Tzar himself.

Legend also has it it was given to the family by Catherine the Great for services rendered.

Anyway, David gets himself to Moscow, does his version of the Cook’s tour, thanks to an obliging taxi driver, and then to the station to catch the train.  Why not drive?  Well, that’s an interesting question.

But ensconced in his hotel making plans for the next day to visit the ruins, an unexpected visitor lands on his doorstep.

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A familiar face

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Ensconced in the hotel foyer before the appointed time, as someone other than David Cheney, or David Bentley for that matter, he observes the arrival, at the appointed time, of Susan and her entourage, and a man he recognises from a previous party.

She has the three maids with her, but they are not maids.  Or if they are, they like to dress up like security guards, right down to the black suits and almost hidden earpieces.

Time to have some fun.

And try to work out who it might be that wanted to tell him about Susan’s travels and activities.  The man she’s with is not staying in the same room, but that didn’t mean anything, but she’d never given him any reason to believe she would have an affair.

And the guy didn’t look to him to be affair material.

Of course, he had to factor in the ordeal she had been through might have changed her somewhat, but leopards don’t change their spots that quickly.

Still…

David is surprised, on one hand, that Boris is in Monaco.

On the other, after a humorous afternoon, he accidentally runs into Susan who is no doubt at the casino to see another but has to settle for an errant husband.

At least David gets to spend the night with her, and as a bonus gets to discover who her new head of security is.  And, he doesn’t like him at all.

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A familiar face

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Ensconced in the hotel foyer before the appointed time, as someone other than David Cheney, or David Bentley for that matter, he observes the arrival, at the appointed time, of Susan and her entourage, and a man he recognises from a previous party.

She has the three maids with her, but they are not maids.  Or if they are, they like to dress up like security guards, right down to the black suits and almost hidden earpieces.

Time to have some fun.

And try to work out who it might be that wanted to tell him about Susan’s travels and activities.  The man she’s with is not staying in the same room, but that didn’t mean anything, but she’d never given him any reason to believe she would have an affair.

And the guy didn’t look to him to be affair material.

Of course, he had to factor in the ordeal she had been through might have changed her somewhat, but leopards don’t change their spots that quickly.

Still…

David is surprised, on one hand, that Boris is in Monaco.

On the other, after a humorous afternoon, he accidentally runs into Susan who is no doubt at the casino to see another but has to settle for an errant husband.

At least David gets to spend the night with her, and as a bonus gets to discover who her new head of security is.  And, he doesn’t like him at all.

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There are high rollers, and then others

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I’ve been to the Monaco main casino, a rather interesting piece of architecture, and of all things in the bathrooms, gold taps.

And it was fascinating to watch the patrons, people who had single articles of clothing or jewellery that was worth more than my house, if fact probably more than I would earn in twenty years of my working life.

Let alone the value of the chips they had in front of them on the tables.

There was a sort of elegance and unreal atmosphere about it all like I was in a place where I shouldn’t; the proverbial ‘on the outside looking in’.

Not for David.

He belongs here, among these people, where he could, if he wanted to, pull a wad of money out of a coat pocket and make a splash.

But that’s not why he’s here.  He’s filling in time until the date and time of the message, tomorrow.

Only there’s no one there that he recognises, just a particular high roller who stands out from the others, and a girl at the bar, looking like she needed to be rescued.

Perhaps the night will not be a dead loss.

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Not so ‘humble’

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While David may have considered Boris the so-called humble policeman at the time, Boris, being the suspicious person he was, knew he was dealing with a foreign agent.

And he knew in time that letting him go provided two benefits, time to investigate who he really was, and how knowing him could be beneficial.  Pity then when after a few meetings in various cities in Europe, news came of David’s untimely death.

Thus, to get a call from a man who was supposed to be dead was intriguing, to say the least, and from one who was now married to a person of interest, the new Lady Featherington.

And to be asked about three Russian ‘maids’ piqued his interest.

Of course, the same could not be said for Prendergast who learns of this dubious Russian connection from his God-daughter Susan, complaining about David threatening her staff.

It’s the last thing on David’s mind as he heads off to Monaco, propelled by an anonymous text message with a place a date and a time.  Normally he wouldn’t care, but it appeared someone was trying to tell him something.

About Susan?

He would soon find out.

Booked into a hotel near the famous casino, and at a loose end, he goes to mingle with the rich and famous.  But not as himself, but his version of going ‘undercover’.

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