“We’ll be delighted to ride in your car. Shall I dismiss my driver or will we need him to get back to the hotel?”

“We’ll bring you back at the end of the party, Mr. Danilov.”

Mikhail turned and gestured for Zoe to come outside. Brunner opened the rear door of the Maybach and smiled.

“Good evening, Ms. Reed.”

“Good evening, Jonas.”

“You look lovely this evening.”

“Thank you, Jonas.”

YAAKOV WATCHED the Maybach turn into the darkened Quai de Mont-Blanc, then lifted his wrist mic to his lips.

“Did you hear that?”

“I heard it,” replied Gabriel.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Follow them. Carefully.”

THIRTY SECONDS LATER, a new message flashed on the screens at Grosvenor Square. Shamron glared at Navot.

“How much did that car cost me, Uzi?”

“One hundred and twenty-five thousand, boss.”

“And how much did Mikhail donate to Martin’s foundation?”

“A hundred thousand.”

“I once stole a Russian MiG for less than that, Uzi.”

“What would you like me to do, boss?”

“Make sure that car survives the night. I want my money back.”

CHAPTER 62

62

GENEVA

They headed north along the shoreline through the drowsy elegance of Geneva’s diplomatic quarter. Zoe sat behind the driver, hands folded in her lap, knees leaning to one side. Mikhail sat behind Jonas Brunner and stared silently at the lake.

“Your first time in Geneva, Mr. Danilov?”

“No. Why do you ask?”

“You seem very interested in the lake.”

“I’ve always been very fond of the lake.”

“So you come often then?”

“A couple of times a year.”

“For business?”

“Is there any other reason to come to Geneva?”

“Some people come for holiday.”

“Really?”

And do you interrogate all Mr. Landesmann’s guests, Herr Brunner? Or only the friends of his mistress?

If Zoe was thinking the same thing, her expression did not show it. She turned her large brown eyes fondly toward Mikhail, then stared straight ahead. They were approaching the Botanical Gardens. The Palace of Nations floated past like a giant luxury liner and was swallowed by the mist. Mikhail looked out the window again and saw Brunner’s eyes watching him in the side mirror.

“Mr. Landesmann asked me to thank you for the generous donation you made to One World. He intends to speak with you personally, if he has a chance.”

“That’s really not necessary.”

“Try telling that to Mr. Landesmann.”

“I will,” Mikhail said jovially.