Jamison glanced worriedly at Decker, who kept staring at Egorshin.
“The list of these types of occupations goes on and on. The opportunities for us are endless. My agents are well trained for all that they have to do. Their work credentials are authentic. Then they just have to do their jobs and the information flows nonstop. We will bury your country without firing a shot or launching one missile. We won’t have to, because you are simply defeating yourself by your own stupid carelessness. And we will be there to step in as the victor.”
Jamison said, “I thought all of your spying was done in the cyber world now. Hacks and bot armies to sway public opinion.”
Egorshin shrugged. “Cyber warfare certainly has its place. And it has worked well for my country against the United States and others. But while bot armies and hacking and message multiplication and the spread of false stories are effective, there is, in my opinion, no substitute for boots on the ground, what you call human intelligence. People gathering information directly from the source. Humans can deceive in infinitely flexible, subtle ways that you cannot duplicate by writing lines of code.”
“I guess I can see that,” conceded Jamison.
“Now tell me about Mitzi,” said Egorshin.
“Why?” asked Decker.
“I have an interest. What will happen to her?”
“No telling yet. Depends on her degree of guilt.”
“She may have no guilt at all.”
“We believe that she set up her father.”
“No, she didn’t.”
“How can you possibly know that?” asked Jamison.
Decker was staring strangely at Egorshin but remained quiet. He closed his eyes, and in the depths of his memory he reread his most recent email from the medical examiner.
No familial ties to Meryl Hawkins.
Decker opened his eyes and refocused on Egorshin. “I’ll give you a little more debriefing. I just found out that the DNA under Abigail Richards’s nails was contaminated with a third party’s DNA. I thought it was Mitzi Gardiner. But the test showed the third party was unrelated to Meryl Hawkins.”
“So the person was not Mitzi,” said Jamison.
Decker didn’t seem to hear her. He kept his gaze on the Russian. “You know, I always wondered about the name.”
“Peyton is a typical American surname.”
“No, not your fake name. Mitzi’s real name.”
“Why wonder about that?” said Egorshin, his features tightening a bit.
“I looked it up a while back because it’s unusual for an American. Mitzi is a nickname that Germans give daughters who are named Maria. You were born in Germany.”
Egorshin shook his head. “My father was Russian. Egorshin is not German. And East Germany was far more like Russia than West Germany.”
“Maybe your father was Russian, but you and your family still lived in East Germany. And your mother was American.”
“I see you have done your homework. But what is your point? Mitzi Gardiner is not German. She was born here.”
“Yes, she was. And you’re sixty-two years old. While Mitzi is forty.”
“Decker,” said Mars. “What are you getting at?”
Decker kept his focus on Egorshin. “Mitzi’s mom worked in the cafeteria at Ohio State while you were a student there. At age twenty-two you would have probably been in your senior year. She was a few years older than you.”
Egorshin eased back in his seat.
Jamison’s jaw lowered. “Wait a minute. Are you saying?”
Decker said, “It was Mitzi’s DNA under those nails, but it wouldn’t show that she was Meryl’s daughter, because she wasn’t. You’re her father. You got Lisa pregnant in college. Did she have the baby when you were still there?”
“Damn,” muttered Mars.
Egorshin said in a subdued tone, “The day after she was born, I was recalled to my country.”
“So you just left, without a word?”
“I loved Lisa. I…wanted to be with her. Raise the child. We named her after my paternal grandmother, Maria. But I told Lisa about the name Mitzi.”
“Well, it seems to have stuck around. More than you did.”
“I could not stay. It was impossible.”
“So, she met Meryl, they got married. He adopted Mitzi. They probably never told her about it, she just thought Meryl was her real father, and they moved eventually to Burlington.” Decker paused. “And that’s why you chose this town for your operation when the time came.”
Egorshin looked at his men and then stood and paced. “I wanted…to see what had become of her. When I arrived here to do my…work, she was…”
“A drug addict.”
“It was terrible to think that she was that way. And my dear Lisa.”
“Had cancer.”
“Yes. There was no hope.”
“What did you do then?”
“I arranged to meet Mitzi through someone.”
“Her dealer, Karl Stevens?”
“Yes. I told her that I had known her mother a long time ago and I wanted to help them. I got her mother medicine and gave it to Mitzi.”
“But you also set her father up for murder, with her help.”
Egorshin suddenly stopped pacing and roared, “He was not her father! I was!”
This outburst didn’t faze Decker. “You left, he didn’t. He raised her. You didn’t. He did his best to help her. You didn’t. That’s what I call a father.”
Egorshin started to pace again, rubbing the back of his head in his anxiety.
Decker watched him. “You needed to get rid of David Katz. Why?”
“He was like this one,” said Egorshin, motioning to the dead Gardiner. “Whatever we gave him was not enough.”
“But why kill the Richardses?”
“You think we didn’t have Donald Richards in our pocket too?”
“He was helping you launder funds through the bank and he wanted more?”
“It became untenable. So we acted.”
“How did you get Mitzi to go along?”
He shrugged. “I told her things about Meryl that…that made her side with me. I told her I wanted to help her mother. Lisa died peacefully because of me.”
“No, she died with the knowledge that her husband was an accused killer. I don’t think that qualifies as peaceful.”
“I don’t care what you think, Decker.”
“So everything was great. Until Meryl came back here to prove his innocence.” Decker paused again. “And you went to the Residence Inn and you murdered a dying man.”
“There was no other way.”
“And you set up Susan Richards for the murder and she ends up a supposed suicide apparently from guilt. But you killed her too.”
“These matters had to be dealt with.”
“And I guess we’re next.”
Egorshin sat back down. “I will tell you this, Decker. There is one way for you to live. And only one. I want Mitzi. I want her to come with me.”
Decker shook his head. “I don’t see how that’s possible. She’s still unconscious in the hospital, surrounded by guards.”
Egorshin pulled out his gun. “Then perhaps you should think very hard on it, unless you want me to shoot one of your friends. Which one? I’ll let you pick.”