Dark Eyes Part 25

"Da," he agreed. "Gone."

Klesko chambered a round into his gun, the sharp mechanical sound echoing out into the surrounding trees.

"You make games for us?" Klesko crowed into Johanna's ear. "Here is how you pay. ..."

Klesko raised his gun and pressed it to Johanna's head.

"No!" Wally cried out, unable to stop herself. At the sound of her voice, Klesko and Tiger became hyperalert, anxiously scanning the forest around them to determine which direction the call had come from.

"Who is here!?" Klesko shouted, keeping his gun trained on Johanna. "Show yourself or this one dies!"

Wally made a move to stand up, but Claire held her back.

"I have to do this," Wally said.

Claire looked into Wally's eyes with an expression that seemed fearful and brave at the same time.

"It's not you they want, Wally," Claire said.

"What do you mean?"

"They want Yalena."

"But they have her," Wally pled. "And they'll kill her."

"Trust me this once," Claire implored her daughter. "You said you could forgive her, your mother. Did you really mean that?"

"Yes. Of course," Wally said, confused.

"For everything? For leaving you behind?"

"Yes."

"For being too much of a coward to tell you the truth? You could forgive her for that?"

"Yes," Wally insisted, tears of confusion and fear now welling in her eyes. "Why are you asking me this?"

Claire gave Wally a sad smile. "I never stopped loving you," she said.

She lovingly caressing Wally's face and hair, as if committing the feel of them to memory, then kissed Wally on the forehead.

"My beautiful Valentina," Claire said, then repeated in flawless Russian, "Moya prekraasnaya Valentina."

Those few words, spoken fluently by Claire, stunned Wally silent. Claire reached back and hid her handgun under her belt at the small of her back, then stood straight up. Fifty feet away, Klesko and Tiger immediately focused on her, raising their guns in Claire's direction. She held her hands up high, palms open, empty.

"I'm here, Alexei," Claire said.

Claire stepped purposefully toward the two men.

Wally took all this in, paralyzed with confusion. She sat motionless on the frozen ground, watching as Claire-the only mother she had ever known-walked unflinchingly toward the Russian killers. In a flash Wally's mind raced with all that Claire had told her about her Russian mother: her betrayal of Klesko, her abandonment of Valentina to the orphanage, her flight to America, and finally her determination to reunite herself with her child.

The story had been her story.

"Oh my G.o.d," Wally whispered. She could barely breathe.

As she struggled to process all this information at once, Wally was struck by the terrible realization that Claire was now willing to sacrifice herself yet again, all for Wally.

"Yalena?" Klesko said dubiously as he watched Claire approach. He wasn't sure it was her at first, but then recognition came to him. "Yalena." He spat her name, cold rage in his eyes at the sight of Claire. "Yobanaya sooka ..."

f.u.c.king b.i.t.c.h.

Klesko charged at her, drawing his gun up and pointing it at her face as they neared each other.

"Mom! No!" Wally's voice shot out from the woods.

She rose from her hiding place and vaulted the stone wall. She raced up behind Claire, her own gun drawn and pointed at Klesko's head.

"Don't you touch her, you son of a b.i.t.c.h!" Wally barked at Klesko, who suddenly looked confused, the aim of his gun flas.h.i.+ng back and forth between Claire and Wally. Tiger raised his gun as well, pointing it at the girl stomping quickly through the snow toward them.

"No, Wally!" Claire cried. "Go back!" But seeing her daughter's resolution, Claire quickly reached behind her back and drew her own gun; all four of them-mother and daughter, father and son-converged at a point near the empty cache, four guns raised and s.h.i.+fting their aim from person to person. The confusion was undeniable in all their faces as they looked to each other, back and forth, trying to make sense of everything.

"M-Mom?" Wally stammered, unable to give voice to all the questions swimming through her mind.

"It's okay, Wally," Claire said. She kept her gun trained on Klesko as she knelt down to Johanna-slumped on the ground near the cache-and checked her pulse. "Johanna's still alive, barely."

As Claire stood upright again, Klesko studied Claire's face closely, squinting. He traced her features in the air, with the sight of his gun, trying to recognize the woman all over again.

"Yalena, but not Yalena," he said. "The nose, the eyes. Doctors did this. And ... this is ours?" Klesko indicated Wally with a nod, but did not wait for an answer from Claire. "I see it," he said, studying Wally's features as he had Claire's. He laughed, almost giddy at the irony-he had been hunting his own daughter.

"Ochee ch.o.r.n.ya," he said. "Dark eyes, like me."

"Never yours, Klesko," Claire said, turning to give Wally a rea.s.suring look. "You were never his, Wally. Do you understand?"

Her thoughts still reeling, Wally answered her mother with a quick, uncertain nod. Claire turned her focus to Tiger. She studied his features, lovingly but sadly.

And she never lowered her gun.

"So grown," she said to her son, struggling to keep her voice from cracking. "Tigr. My boy. I'm so sorry."

The young man glared at her. For once, his una.s.sailable composure revealed some cracks, betraying a deep sense of rage as he looked upon Claire. When he spoke, however, there was unexpected vulnerability in his voice.

"Was it so easy to choose?" he asked Claire. "One child for the other?"

"It was impossible," his mother answered, her words barely a whisper as her thoughts took her back to that terrible time. "His family had taken you away from me, would barely let me see you. All I wanted was to be a mother to you, but they never allowed it."

"I was lost to you," Tiger said with pain in his eyes.

"Not in my heart," Claire said. "I never stopped thinking about you, never stopped loving you. I'm so sorry. ..."

Claire regretted the inadequacy of the apology, even as she spoke it. She waited, hoping for some sort of response from Tiger, but he remained silent, his unforgiving stare hanging on her. Wally took all this in with both fear and wonder, the tangled mess now unraveling.

"Tigr." Wally said her brother's name out loud, with a natural Russian inflection, just to hear it from her own lips. The siblings' eyes met, as they had outside Dr. Rainer's office, and that same sense of recognition was there again. Claire observed the exchange between brother and sister, her heart breaking over everything that had been lost.

"I'm sorry," Claire said again, weakly. "Prosti menya. ..."

"b.i.t.c.h!" Klesko howled as if in pain, the sentimentality of the moment an offense to his sensibilities. "Prekratyi! Where is my money? My stones! I will have them, Yalena, or you die today."

"We'll die anyway, won't we, Alexei?" Claire said.

A malevolent smile crept onto Klesko's face.

"Yes," he said with a look of satisfaction. "Good. We all die today."

A sudden barrage of gunfire erupted from the woods around them. One bullet ripped into Klesko's back, spinning him around, while a shotgun blast peppered Tiger from the side, several pellets tearing into his face.

"Sookin syn!" Klesko howled in pain and rage.

Claire dove for Wally and pulled her to the ground, covering her.

Under heavy fire from gunmen they could not see, Tiger and Klesko staggered into the woods, leaning against each other and seeking cover as they returned fire. Soon they had disappeared and the gunfire continued, with one man's voice calling out.

"Finish them off! I have the women," the voice shouted.

Wally and Claire could hear the footsteps of at least three men trotting into the woods, hunting down the two Russians. More gunfire sounded in the near distance as Klesko and Tiger fought for their survival.

A single set of footsteps approached Wally and her mother, Claire still lying halfway across Wally in the snow, protecting her. The man's voice sounded again, nearby. Wally looked up and was surprised to see a familiar face looking down at her, a smug grin on his face and a sawed-off shotgun in his hands. He reached down and grabbed the women's guns, hurling them off into the woods.

"Little sister," he purred at Wally.

Claire gave her daughter a questioning look. "Wally? Who-"

"His name is Panama," Wally finally said. "He buys and sells things."

"Not Panama, actually," said the man, his voice suddenly without the street inflection that had seemed so natural to him before. Now he sounded more like a cop. He reached into his lapel pocket and pulled out a leather ID holder, flipping it open to reveal an ATF badge and then shutting it again.

"Cornell Brown," he said, grinning at Claire. "And you would be Yalena Mayakova. I've been looking a long time for you, Yalena. A very long time. Now, you needn't be concerned with the Kleskos anymore. My men will take care of them."

If Brown was expecting any grat.i.tude from Claire, he was disappointed; she fixed a murderous gaze on him.

"Please get up now," Brown spoke reasonably, "and let's go have a look at your other stashes. And don't tell me there are no more stones. I would know very well if you had unloaded them, so don't waste my time. Take me to the stones, now."

With Brown's shotgun pointed at her face, Claire struggled to her feet. Wally rose along with her, helping her mother up. As her body moved, Claire groaned in pain and grabbed her stomach.

"Mom?" Wally opened Claire's parka, to discover that Claire had a gunshot wound to her abdomen, blood soaking her clothes deep red.

"Mom!"

"Let's move, then," said Brown, looking at Claire's wound. "Not much time for you, Yalena."

"f.u.c.k you," Wally said.

"Okay," said Brown, pus.h.i.+ng the barrel of his sawed-off against Wally's forehead. "Then let's get it over with."

"No!" Claire cried out. "I'll take you."

"Good," said Brown.

"Johanna ..."

Brown looked down at Johanna, looking completely lifeless in the snow beside them. He nudged her body with the toe of his boot, and there was no response.

"No longer your problem, I'd say," said Brown.

Claire pulled Wally close and kissed her.

"I'm sorry," Claire said.

"We're moving," Brown said. "Right now."

He followed as Claire led them through the woods, in the direction of the beach; Claire was in great pain and needed Wally's support to keep upright.

"I'm the only one who figured it all out," Cornell Brown congratulated himself as they pushed through the woods. "Everyone had a theory about Yalena Mayakova, but I'm the one who put it all together, and it only took me fifteen G.o.dd.a.m.n years. That you were pregnant when you ratted out Klesko and left little Valentina at the orphanage. How you made it to the U.S. with the help of the sc.u.mbag Hatch-all that. Of course, I never quite figured who or where you were, Yalena. Little sister here, she helped me with that last step."

"What do you mean, I helped?" Wally asked, but in fact she was already putting it all together herself.

"I got hold of your adoption records," said Brown smugly.

"How?" Claire wanted to know.

"I have a source," Brown answered. "A good one. And I tracked you down in the city. Yalena wasn't gonna show her face for me, that was for sure, but she might if her girl came looking for her." Brown let that thought hang there, his eyes beaming at Wally as she figured it out.

"The file from Brighton Beach," Wally said. "The note from my mother ..."

"What note? What are you talking about?" Claire struggled to follow the exchange between Brown and her daughter.

"Oh, Mom. I'm sorry," Wally said, in anguish now. "It was me. I ruined everything. I went to Brighton Beach and there was this package for me, and it had a letter and papers and ... it was all a fake?"

"All fake, all bulls.h.i.+t." Brown chuckled. "Not bad, right?"

As the three of them made their way to the beach, another barrage of gunshots was exchanged back in the woods, just a pop, pop sound like fireworks from that distance, no way to tell who was winning.

"I had little Sophie-poor little Sophie-steal your ID," Brown continued, "so you'd need a new one. Even gave you a choice where to go, but I knew you'd choose the one in Brighton Beach 'cause of the Russian thing. I had that file planted and waiting for you. And the letter from Yalena-that lit your fire right up, didn't it, little sister? Once you started looking for Yalena, it was just a matter of time before she poked her head out. And she was your American mother all along!" He shook his head and whistled through his teeth. "Never saw that coming. She was right there the whole time."

"And Sophie?" Wally said, seething. "It was you who killed her?"

Brown shrugged as if the decision to take Sophie's life was nothing remarkable, the cost of doing business. "Remember who it was that first brought you to me? Sophie. Girl with a habit is easy to use that way. But she started missing her crew-by then you'd kicked her out-and it made her a little crazy. She was gonna track you down and tip you off to what I was doing, so ..."

"You f.u.c.king a.s.shole," Wally seethed.