for him. “Well, how were we supposed to know?” I’d say when they finally gave up and told us to go home so they could stretch and get something hot to drink. “We’re not paid to be mind readers, are we?”
The foreigner looked at me oddly. Something I hadn’t seen from him before, a touch of anger, started across his face, but after a moment the familiar half-smile settled back on his lips. “Let me guess, you’re about to begin asking me questions that could get me into trouble.” One eyebrow waltzed toward the other. “You don’t want to get me in trouble, do you?”
The wind stopped suddenly, leaving nothing but silent, burning cold in the hut. “Questions don’t cause trouble.” Pak shifted his weight again and slapped his arms across his chest. “Only answers do. Save it, would you? We have to walk a kilometer back to our car, and we’d better get there before the temperature falls any more, assuming it has anyplace left to fall. The Ministry will send someone for your vehicle in a day or so if the roads are passable. You won’t be needing it anyway.”
“Let me guess, you’re afraid yours won’t start in the cold.” The foreigner stood up and put his hand on Pak’s shoulder. “You wouldn’t let me bring back a good car battery the last time I went to China. I offered, did I not? But you refused. So stubborn, so stubborn. It must be in the genes.” He didn’t seem fazed by the warning that people—unfriendly, nasty, thick-necked people—would be waiting when we got back to the city. Maybe something had been lost in my rendering of what Pak said. He could be a difficult man to translate. The edge on his thoughts didn’t always survive the journey between languages.
I could see that the more Pak mulled things over, the angrier he was getting. The thought had occurred to him, too. Someone had used us. Pak could forgive almost everything, but not being used. His lips had tightened into a thin line. I wondered how he could accomplish such a feat in this icebox. My teeth had started to ache. Our quarry smiled radiantly. “Is there any coffee, some way to heat water?” he asked. From the look on his face, you’d have thought we were waiting for the menus so we could order dinner and a bottle of wine.
“The warmest things in reach are those genes of yours. Crank them up full blast, because we’re going to need something to keep from freezing while we walk to the car.” I looked at his naked ears. “Here, take my hat.”
Pak shook his head and frowned, but I wasn’t interested.
3
Two men from the special section were waiting when we stumbled into the office, past midnight. One was asleep, his head slack, chin bumping on his chest. The other one was awake, his long, ugly face fatigued and angry. “My, my, look who has returned to the nest.” He pointed at two cups on the desk. “You don’t mind? We helped ourselves to some tea. Maybe you could clean those once in a while. They were all greasy-like.” This was directed at me, an opening shot. People from the special section like to get under your skin first thing; they think it makes them look tough. I was tired and numb beyond saving, but I smiled. “Whatever you say.”
Pak slowly took off his coat. He stood rubbing his hands together for a moment, then pulled out the chair behind his desk and sat down. “I don’t remember setting up an appointment with you two.” He looked from one man to the other. “Or is this a friendly call? Maybe you want to repay the money you owe me. You do, you know. You both do. I haven’t forgotten. And, oh, say, is that your car down there? It’s in my spot.” Pak slammed the flat of his hand down on the desk. “Move it.”
The man who was sleeping yawned and opened his eyes at the sound. He glanced at me without interest. “Yeah, well, we’ll take custody now, so don’t worry about your parking spot.” He stood up and moved toward the foreigner.
“No one is going anywhere until I make a phone call.” Pak rarely balked at surrendering custody. There was something funny in his manner; it made me uneasy when he acted strange like this. “We’ve been tramping around in the snow for hours. I’ll be damned if the two