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?Yes, sir,? replied the aide, handing Krupkin a miniaturized electronic intercom over the seat
?I?ll signal you when I?m in position
?I can reach all of you with this??
?Yes, comradeBeyond a hundred and fifty meters the frequency is undetectable
?Come along, gentlemen
Inside the marble lobby, Krupkin nodded at the formally dressed concierge behind the counter,
Jason and Alex on the Soviet?s right?La porte est ouverte,? said the concierge, his gaze
downward, avoiding direct eye contact?I shall not be in evidence when madame arrives,? he
continued in French?How you got in is unknown to me; however, there is a service entrance at the
rear of the building
?But for official courtesy it is the one we would have used,? said Krupkin, looking straight
ahead as he and his companions walked to the elevator
Lavier?s flat was a testament to the world of haute couture chicThe walls were dotted with
photographs of fashion notables attending important showings and events, as well as with framed
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original sketches by celebrated designersLike a Mondrian, the furniture was stark in its simplicity,
the colors bold and predominantly red, black and deep green; the chairs, sofas and tables only
vaguely resembled chairs, sofas and tables?they seemed more suitable for use in spacecraft
As if by rote, both Conklin and the Russian immediately began examining the tables, ferreting
out handwritten notes, a number of which were beside a mother-of-pearl telephone on top of a
curved, thick dark green table of sorts
?If this is a desk,? said Alex, ?where the hell are the drawers or the handles??
?It?s the newest thing from Leconte,? replied Krupkin
?The tennis player?? interrupted Conklin
?No, Aleksei, the furniture designerYou press in and they shoot out
Conklin did so and a barely discernible drawer sprang loose from an all but invisible crack?I?ll
be damned??
Krupkin?s miniaturized radio suddenly erupted with two sharp beeps from inside his breast
pocket?It must be Sergei checking in,? said Dimitri, removing the instrument?You?re in place,
comrade?? he continued, speaking into the base of the radio
?More than that,? came the aide?s quiet voice accompanied by minor static?The Lavier woman
has just entered the building
?The concierge??
?Nowhere in sigh
