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remarkable mind.”
    “How so?”
    “He saw past the facts. Oh, he could memorize with the best of them.” Dodd tapped his forehead. “He had an encyclopedia up there. But he went a step further. He saw patterns where mortals saw shadows. He identified trends long before they were anything but random events. He divined intentions. He even dared to predict. And he was right every damn time.”
    Kate nodded politely.
Patterns. Trends. Intentions
. This kind of talk was beyond her. Blather, she called it. She was an O-level girl who liked mayo with her chips and her Guinness lukewarm in a pint glass.
    “What exactly did Russell study?”
    “Twentieth-century Russian history. Postwar, primarily. His dissertation was titled ‘The Case for a New Authoritarian State: Benevolent Despot or Totalitarian Czar?’ He was not optimistic about the course that Russia is taking. He studied the language as well, though that was with another tutor. He spent some time in Moscow doing some work for a bank. He came back afterward and we took him on as a don.”
    “And is that what he taught? Russian history?”
    “At first, yes.”
    “And now?”
    Dodd rose abruptly and began pacing the office, cradling the rugby ball in his hands. “I’m not sure what he was up to lately, to be honest.”
    “But I thought you said you’d remained friends?”
    “We are. I mean, we were. I can’t bring myself to believe that he’s gone.”
    “Did you see each other regularly?”
    “Not for the past year.”
    “Do you recall the last time you saw him?”
    “A month, maybe three weeks ago.”
    “Did he seem in any way distracted?”
    “How should I know?” Dodd turned to her, his eyes wet and angry. He paused, and the rage left him. “We weren’t close anymore. Robbie had his projects. I had mine. I’m in love with the past. He had his eyes on the future. We didn’t talk shop.”
    “What about his students?”
    “He didn’t have any students. Not anymore. Robbie stopped tutoring a year ago.”
    “Then what exactly was his position at the university?”
    Dodd stopped pacing and put the ball down. “You mean you don’t know?” he asked, suddenly wary, off-balance. “Didn’t they send you up here?”
    “Who’s ‘they’?” asked Kate.
    “I thought you’d been cleared for all this. I mean, don’t all of you speak to one another?”
    “I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about.”
    Dodd stepped closer to Kate, and when he spoke, his voice had quieted and grown deadly serious. “Look, DCI Ford, it’s like this. Robbie’s work wasn’t a matter fit for public inquiry. I thought you knew that.”
    “Was he doing something that might have jeopardized his life?”
    “You’re putting me in a hard spot.”
    “Am I?” asked Kate.
    Dodd didn’t answer. He stood looking at her, shaking his head. Up close, she could see the lines spreading from the corners of his eyes. She no longer found it hard to believe that he was forty.
    “Would it surprise you if I told you that we have proof Lord Russell was murdered?” she asked.
    Dodd turned away and moved toward the window. “Robbie knew what he was getting into.”
    “And what exactly was that?”
    “The game.”
    “What game?”
    “There’s only one, isn’t there?” Dodd glanced over his shoulder. “Now, would you go? I can’t help you with this end of things.”
    “I can’t find out who killed Robert Russell unless I know why someone wanted him dead. Please.” Kate paused and guardedly met his eye. “He was your
… student
, after all. I think he’d want you to help us find who took his life.”
    Dodd considered this a moment, then looked away. “Five Alfred Street,” he said. “That’s where you’ll find them. But don’t expect them to talk to you. They’re a secretive lot. It’s the nature of the business.”
    “Who are they? What business are you talking about?”
    “OA. Oxford Analytica.”
    Kate ran the name across her tongue until she was