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David Morrell

The Spy Who Came for Christmas

A flower bloomed

In the middle of a cold winters night,

A rose that Mary gave us,

A small child,

Who dispels the darkness,

Relieves our sorrows,

And saves us from sin and death.

paraphrase of a fifteenth-century German hymn, The Christmas Rose

In the Middle Ages, councils debating confidential matters hung a rose from the ceiling and swore not to reveal what they discussed sub rosa, under the rose. This association of a rose with secrecy dates back to a Greek myth in which the god of love gave a rose to the god of silence, bribing him to stay quiet about the sins of the other gods. To this day, the rose remains an emblem of the spy profession.

from the Cambridge Encyclopedia of Espionage

Part One

The City of Holy Faith

Carolers sang, It came upon a midnight clear.

But it wasnt yet midnight, and it wasnt clear. Snow whispered down, a cold powder that reflected colorful lights hanging on adobe buildings beyond an intersection ahead. Even the traffic lights appeared festive.

What a perfect Christmas Eve, a woman marveled, proceeding with the crowd on Alameda Street. The Spanish word alameda referred to the poplars that had rimmed the street years earlier when it had been only a lane. Although cottonwoods had long since replaced those poplars, the street remained narrow, the sidewalk barely accommodating the crush of people coming from mass at St. Francis Cathedral or from the ice sculptures in Santa Fes four-hundred-year-old wooded square, known as the Plaza.

You think the lights in the Plaza are something? the womans companion told her. Waitll you see Canyon Road. A mile of decorations. Youll be glad you came to visit for the holidays. People travel from all over the world to see Santa Fe at Christmas. You know what it means, dont you? Santa Fe?

At the hotel, I heard somebody call it the City Different.

Thats just its nickname. Santa Fe was settled by the Spanish. The name means Holy Faith. Its perfect for this time of year.

Peace on Earth, goodwill to men

Moving with the crowd, the man in the black ski jacket didnt care about peace or goodwill. He was forty-five, but the effects of his hard life had made him look older. He had big shoulders and creased features, and he saw with the tunnel vision of a hunter so that objects on each side of him registered only as blurs. For him, sounds diminished as well. The carolers, the cathedral bells, the exclamations of delight at the holiday displays-all of these lessened as he focused solely on his quarry. There were only fifteen people between them.

The target wore a navy parka, but despite the falling snow, he had the hood shoved back, allowing a cold layer of white to accumulate on his head. The pursuer understood. A man on the run couldnt allow the sides of a hood to obstruct his view of what lay on each side. Desperate to find an escape route, the fugitive saw differently than a hunter, not with tunnel vision but with an intense awareness of everything around him.

The killer kept his hands in the pockets of his ski jacket. Inside the pockets were slits that made it easy for him to reach the two pistols he had holstered on his belt under his jacket. Each weapon had a sound suppressor. One was a 10-millimeter Glock, chosen because of its power and because the rifling in Glock barrels blurred the striations on bullets fired from them. As a consequence, crime-scene investigators found it almost impossible to link those bullets to any particular gun.

But if everything went as planned, the force of the Glock wouldnt be necessary. Instead, the second pistol-a. 22 Beretta-would be chosen for its subtlety. Even without a suppressor, the small-caliber gun made little noise. But with a suppressor, and with subsonic ammunition designed for Santa Fes 7,000 feet of altitude, the. 22 was about as quiet as a pistol could be. Equally important, its lesser power meant that the bullet it fired wasnt likely to jeopardize the mission by going through the target and hitting the precious object hidden under his parka.

to hear the angels sing.

At the intersection, the traffic light changed to red. As the snow kept falling, the crowd stopped and formed a dense barrier that prevented the hunter from moving closer to his target.

Suddenly, a mans voice blurted from an earbud concealed beneath the black watchmans cap that the hunter wore over his ears.

Melchior! Status! the angry voice demanded.

The hunters name was Andrei. His employer, a former KGB interrogator, had given him the pseudonym Melchior to sanitize the teams radio communications in case an enemy accessed their frequency. The seemingly nonsensical choice had puzzled Andrei until hed learned that, according to tradition, Melchior was one of the wise men whod followed the Christmas star to Bethlehem and discovered the baby Jesus.

A microphone was concealed under the ski-lift tickets attached to the zipper on Andreis coat: tickets that were commonplace in this mountain resort. To avoid attracting attention when he replied, he pulled his cell phone from a pants pocket and pretended to talk into it. His breath was white with frost. Although his origins were Russian, his American accent was convincing.

He pressed the microphone to transmit his message.

Hey, Uncle Harry. I just walked up Alameda Street. Im on the corner of Paseo de Peralta. The Spanish name meant walkway of Peralta and referred to Santa Fes founder, a governor of New Mexico in the early 1600s. Canyon Roads across the street. Ill pick up the package and be at your place in twenty minutes.

Do you know where the package is? The gruff voice made no attempt to conceal its Russian accent, or its impatience.

Right in front of me, Andrei pretended to say into his cell phone. The Christmas decorations are amazing.

Our clients will be here any second. Get it back!

As soon as my friends catch up to me.

Balthazar! Caspar! Status! the voice demanded.

The unusual pseudonyms were the names that tradition had given to the remaining wise men in the Christmas story.

Almost there! another accented voice said through Andreis earbud, breathing quickly. When you grab the package, well block anybody who gets in the way.

Good. Tomorrow, well watch football, Andrei said into the microphone. See you in a bit, Uncle Harry.

He wore thin leather shooters gloves that provided only brief protection from the cold. As the traffic light changed to green, he returned the phone to his pants pocket, then shoved his hands back into his fleeced-lined jacket, warming his fingers.

The crowd proceeded across the street, continuing to shield the target, who was about six feet tall, slender but with surprising strength, as Andrei knew firsthand from missions theyd served on together.

And from what had occurred fifteen minutes earlier.

Dark hair of medium length. Rugged yet pleasant features that witnesses otherwise found hard to describe. In his early thirties.

Andrei now realized that these details were the extent of what he knew about the man. The thought intensified his anger. Until tonight, hed believed that he and his quarry were on the same side-and more, that they were friends.

Youre the only person I trusted, Pyotyr. How many other lies did you tell? I vouched for you. I told the Pakhan that he could depend on you. If I dont get back what you stole, hell have me killed.

The man reached the opposite side of the street and turned to the right, passing star-shaped lights strung along the windows of an art gallery. Andrei shifted a little closer-only thirteen people away now-avoiding sudden movements, doing nothing that would disrupt the flow of the crowd and cause his prey to look back. Although the mans gait remained steady, Andrei knew that his left arm was wounded. It hung at his side. Shadows and trampling footsteps concealed the blood he left on the snow.

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