Part 21 (1/2)
”s.h.i.+t, Bill ...I'm sorry.”
”It's a bad scene in too many ways, Atley. All the agencies want to keep this federal.”
”I get it,” Atley said, ”but you have an APB out for Wallis Stoneman. That's all I need to know about.”
Now Bill looked even more exasperated. Before speaking, he steered Atley halfway up Carlton Street, away from any curious feds who might spot him talking to an NYPD suit cop.
”So what the h.e.l.l?” Atley asked.
”Your BOLO was here,” Horst said. ”The street girl. That's confirmed. You're not hearing this from me, but these three agents? It's looking like they were off the res, running their own thing. None of their ACs have any idea what they were doing down here.”
”Running what? What were they into?”
Bill Horst hesitated, struggling with the decision. He snuck a look over his shoulder, back in the direction of the Navy Yard crime scene, still anxious that someone from his team would spot him talking to a local cop.
”It's just you and me here, Bill,” Atley rea.s.sured his friend.
Bill sighed and began to talk. ”Atley, you remember back all the way to when I got pulled out of our academy cla.s.s? I know you guys resented it, how I was picked like that, like the feds thought I was the ace of the G.o.dd.a.m.n cla.s.s or something.”
”And you weren't?”
”They basically picked me for body type. You believe that s.h.i.+t? There was a joint FBI and ATF unit that joined an Interpol operation in Eastern Europe-Bulgaria-and they were looking for guys who fit the genetics. Plus, I speak German from my folks. And I was a clean face.”
”Okay,” Atley said, surprising himself that he was in fact relieved, a little, to hear this. Had he really been holding that bulls.h.i.+t grudge all these years?
”Make you feel better?” Horst said with a weary smirk.
”A little. Yeah.”
”So I'll spare you the long story that mostly has nothing to do with this case,” Bill continued. ”Just know it was about Russian guns-everything moves through Bulgaria-and we were on it for two years. There was this one mover that we spent a lot of time trying to nail, name of Klesko. Came up with the Dobrik mob as a fixer, moved up to bigger things. Nasty motherf.u.c.ker, highly productive. The international task force-including us-nailed him fifteen years ago on a tip about an arms exchange. The legend on the street was that his girlfriend was the one who tipped us and took off with his entire negotiable stash, worth millions in cash and precious stones. Over the years, a lot of folks have been looking for the girlfriend-”
”Meaning they've been looking for Klesko's stash.” Atley was slowly putting it together.
”More than ten years and they've never stopped.”
”So how the h.e.l.l does Wallis Stoneman figure into all this s.h.i.+t?”
”We don't know yet, Atley, but the two shooters you faced off with? The other night at the shrink's office?”
”You know about all that?”
”I told you, Atley,” Bill said with a wry grin, ”we're all big fans of your work.”
”Funny.”
”No, we got called in when the two shooters were ID'd. It was Klesko and his son. The kid is a chip off the block, an experienced fixer already at the age of seventeen. Came up on the streets of Piter, just like his father. Between the two of them, they're not known for missing what they aim at. You're a lucky son of a b.i.t.c.h to still be breathing. Plus, it looks like they were the doers tonight on these three ATFs.”
”I thought you said this Klesko was locked up.”
”Yeah, he was”-Bill shook his head in dismay-”but not anymore. Two years ago he was transferred out of a high-security facility and put out to an old-school Siberian re-education camp, not quite so secure. The sentence was for life, but it didn't work out that way.”
”He escaped?”
Bill nodded. ”Yeah, and here's how good a getaway he made from the Siberian camp: it was us that told the Russians he was gone, once we ID'd him here in the States. They didn't even know. Apparently, there was a fire. ...”
”So we've got the father and son Kleskos in town looking to recover what was taken from them years ago,” Atley said. ”Which means they think the girlfriend ... ?”
”Yalena Mayakova was her name back then,” said Bill.
”The Kleskos somehow figured out that this Yalena Mayakova is in New York somewhere. ...”
Bill Horst nodded and continued the thought for Atley, ”And some ATF agents-who were part of our task force all those years ago-seemed to figure out the same thing.”
”Ten years go by”-Atley was still putting it all together-”and now everyone gets the scent again, at the same time? The ATF guys and the father-and-son Kleskos?”
”We have no idea what set it off, but it's all coming down now. Two bloodbaths and your BOLO was right in the middle of both.”
”Why were they all here in the yard?”
”I'll tell you when we know, but so far we've come up with squat. Look at the place. Like a G.o.dd.a.m.n tornado hit it and now half of it is burning.”
There was a long moment as Atley continued to process all the new information. There was one detail he'd expected to hear from Bill at some point in the narrative, but he hadn't; once Bill brought the subject of the Russian mob into the story, Atley expected him to say something about Wallis Stoneman being a Russian adoptee. Either Bill didn't know about Wallis's Russian origins or he did know and was just holding that detail back. Whichever it was, Atley could tell that something was on Bill's mind that he hadn't spilled yet. For a guy who had survived undercover for more than five years, Atley found him pretty easy to read.
”There's something else, right?” Atley said. ”What are you not telling me?”
Bill hesitated again but finally continued, leaning in close to Atley and speaking quietly though no one was near them. ”Obviously this is all a huge embarra.s.sment across all the feds, and the sooner the file is closed the better. ...”
”They're gonna sweep it all up in a tidy package.” Atley understood. ”They're gonna say it's over, that these three agents had gone bad and now they're dead, end of story. But you don't think so.”
”I don't know.”
”You have an idea.”
”And no one wants to hear it right now,” Bill said. ”And especially not from me. Not from inside their own house.”
”So?” Atley waited. Horst was being shut down by his command and he resented it.
”There was another guy,” Bill said, forcing the words out as if he was pulling his own teeth. ”ATF also. He's been working an undercover a.s.signment on a local arms trade, in Manhattan, for the past two years. I know him-he was part of the Bulgarian thing with us years ago, and he was tight with those three who are now dead over there in the yard. He's smarter than the others put together, and he's ruthless. Always gave me a very dark vibe. If you're going to keep looking for the Stoneman girl, Atley-”
”I am.”
”Then you might just end up face-to-face with the guy. If that happens, Atley, you shoot. Don't stop shooting until your clip is empty. That's how he'll do you if he gets the chance.”
”Who is he, Bill?”