bigger.
âYeah. Chandler was probably tired of looking at those ugly stitches across your mug.And if you havenât noticed, what Chandler wants, Chandler gets.â
âWhat youâre telling me is if we learn to score goals by the buckets, weâll get the same kind of treatment?â I was doing my best not to show any concern. How did I have a hope of watching Harris from this hotel room? And was this switch an accident, or had Harris changed his mind about taking me along on his next night excursion?
Before I could say anything further, there was a knock on the door. Because my mind was on Chandler Harris, I fully expected it to be him.
Nathan opened the door to see Nadia standing in the hallway.
âMay I speak with Goreela?â she said quietly.
âWrong room,â Nathan told her.
I was already moving past him. âItâs for me.â
âGoreela?â Nathan asked.
âLong story, Nate,â I explained. âTell you later.â
âWe can go for a walk?â Nadia asked.
âSure,â I told her.
She looked at Nathan. âPlease. Will you tell no one I was here?â
Nathan probably caught the nervousness in Nadiaâs voice. He pulled me aside and spoke in a low voice.
âBig guy, Iâm worried. You havenât been yourself. Itâs like...â He struggled for words. âLike you forgot hockey is supposed to be fun. Whatâs going on, anyway?â
âToo much,â I said. âItâs about some money I need to return.â
Nathan looked me directly in the eyes. âRemember those long road-trip talks we had back when we played for the Blazers? Stay true to what you believe, bud. If I can helpââ
I shook my head. No sense getting him into my trouble. It was nice, though, knowing the help was there. And nice, too, the reminder I needed to be able to live with my conscience.
âHe wonât be long,â Nadia broke in, her voice urgent. âBut I need to speak with him.â
Nathan nodded.
I followed Nadia down the hallway, feeling like a moose trying to keep pace with a ballerina.
At the end of the hallway, she opened the exit door to the same stairs we had taken on a night that seemed very long ago. Without speaking, she led me up to the roof again.
The evening was just beginning to darken, and the Moscow skyline formed box edges against a cloud-covered sun.
âI will talk quickly,â she said. âThe less I am seen with you, the safer it is for both of us. Those government men. They spoke with you on the train?â
I nodded.
âThey are worse than rats.â She spit onto the graveled tar of the hotel roof. âI do not trust them at all.â
âI donât understand,â I said. âThey said you were working for them. They said you gave them my name.â
âYes, I am working for them.â She raised her head and looked me directly in the eyes.âYes, I gave them your name, but only because I have decided I can trust you.â
âYou always could. I told you that.â
âWords mean nothing.â
âThen howââ
âDid I decide to trust you? After we spoke in St. Petersburg, Boris met with Chandler Harris. Boris took me along to translate. Boris told Chandler he intended to have you killed.â
âWhat?â
âBoris said you could not be trusted.â
âWhat did Chandler say?â I could hardly believe people had calmly discussed whether I should die.
âChandler said you knew nothing of this. He said he only took you along because you were the strongest person he had ever met. He said you were the perfect bodyguard. Big and stupid.â
I thought of how I had lifted Chandler from the airplane seat, trying to make him understand it was a mistake to mess with me. I remembered how he had suddenly become friendly after that and how I hadlet him lead me along. Chandler was right about one thing: I was