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Authors: David Morrell

Tags: #Crime, #Fiction, #Thrillers, #Suspense, #Espionage, #Organized Crime, #Russia

"A small one. The dry air at this altitude makes it difficult to grow things without a lot of water."

"Is the garden easy to get to? Are there gates to the side?"

"No. Someone could just walk around to the back."

"Or climb a neighbor's fence?" Kagan grasped at a thought. "Maybe the neighbors would notice a prowler and call the police."

"Not tonight," Meredith said. "For Christmas Eve, the family to the left is visiting a sick relative down in Albuquerque. The couple to the right loves to play blackjack. They went to one of the Indian casinos."

Kagan remembered driving north to Santa Fe from the big airport in Albuquerque. It had seemed that there was an Indian casino every twenty miles.

"The blackjack dealers are probably dressed as Santa Claus, but somehow I doubt the pit bosses think it's better to give than to receive," he said.

He hoped the attempt at a joke would help calm Meredith's nerves. Then his concern about the garden in back made him remember his hallucination when he approached the house.

"Meredith, I thought I saw a flower growing in the snow outside."

"You did see a flower."

"In winter?" Kagan worked to keep his tone casual, to relax her. "How's that possible? Why didn't it freeze?"

"It's called a Christmas rose."

"I never heard of it."

Feeling pressure in his temples, Kagan crouched, stepped from the office, and turned to the left, shifting along the hallway. He passed a bathroom on the right. Then, opposite Cole's room, he entered the master bedroom.

Despite the darkness, he managed to see two windows, one straight ahead above the bed, the other to the right of it. The curtains were closed.

Shadowy suitcases lay on the side of the bed.

"Planning to go somewhere?" Kagan asked.

"Away from my husband, as soon as Canyon Road was opened to traffic tonight."

"I bet you wish you'd gone earlier."

"Then I'd have missed all this Christmas Eve fun."

"Yeah, this is quite a party."

He set a chair on the bed, then put a side table and two lamps next to the suitcases, adding obstacles that might hold back someone who broke through the window above the bed. He pushed a high bureau in front of the other window, partially blocking the glass, making it difficult for someone to climb through. Next, he went to the remaining lamp, unplugged it, and sawed its electrical cord free. He attached it to the leg of a cabinet next to the door and stretched it across to a dressing table, rigging another trip cord.

In a bathroom off the bedroom, a night-light revealed a pressurized can of hairspray and another of shaving soap. Leaving the bedroom, he set the cans at the end of the corridor.

When he crept into Cole's room, a small television showed Bing Crosby crooning "White Christmas" to soldiers at an inn while a back wall opened and snow fell on a bridge across a stream. A horse-drawn sleigh went past. Everyone looked happy.

Kagan switched off the television.

Cole's room had only one window, facing the front of the house. Kagan pushed a bureau in front of it, but the bureau wasn't as tall as the one in the master bedroom, and he needed to put the television on top in order to block the window.

He rigged a third trip cord. Then he pulled drawers from Cole's bureau and set them along the bedroom floor. He took the drawers from the bureau in the master bedroom and did the same. He took the drawers from the dressing table and placed them along the hallway in an uneven pattern.

Kagan's gun dug harder into his side. As he crept back into the kitchen, the flame under the pot of water provided a minimal amount of light.

"You said it was a Christmas rose?" Approaching the limits of his strength, Kagan eased onto a chair and took several ragged breaths.

'Are you all right?" Meredith asked.

"Couldn't be better," he lied. "Tell me about the Christmas rose."

"You really want to know?"

"Believe me, I wouldn't ask if I didn't."

"Well, it's a type of evergreen," Meredith said.

Kagan nodded, encouraging her to continue.

"In Europe, some areas grow it easily in winter. It adjusts to the cold and often blooms around Christmastime. Clumps of large white flowers."

"Then I wasn't hallucinating."

"There's even a legend about it."

"Tell me."

"A little girl saw the gifts that the wise men had given the baby Jesus: gold, frankincense, and myrrh."

"And?" Kagan wanted to keep her talking.

"The little girl wept because she didn't have anything of her own to give. Then an angel appeared, brushed snow from the ground, and touched the exposed soil. The little girl noticed that where her tears had fallen, white flowers grew. Now she had something to give the baby: a Christmas rose."

Kagan gathered the energy to stand. Keeping a careful distance from the kitchen window, he looked for shadows moving in the falling snow.

"White flowers. That's what I saw."

"In Los Angeles, I liked to garden," Meredith continued. "I'd heard about Christmas roses, but I'd never been able to grow them. When we moved here, that new start I told you about was on my mind, and I decided to try again. A clerk at a local plant nursery said I was wasting my time because they're not suited for the thin, rocky soil we have here, but I guess I thought that if I could get one to grow, it would be a sign, something to show that Ted and I really had put our troubles behind us. Not exactly a miracle, but kind of, and the Christmas rose really did bloom.
It ..."

Meredith's voice dropped.

"I'm sorry," Kagan said.

"I guess it's just a stubborn flower. Tomorrow, Cole and I will move out." The significance of the word seemed to strike her. "Tomorrow."

Allow her to hope,
Kagan thought. "In the morning, I'll help

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* * *

AS SNOW
kept falling, Brody bent forward and used a gloved finger to draw the diagram of the house. "Cole's room is in front on the right. There's a bathroom next to it." He indicated a door in a hallway. "Then there's the living room."

Andrei, Mikhail, and Yakov stood next to Brody, studying the shadowy lines in the snow.

'And in back?" Andrei prompted him.

"Master bedroom on the right," Brody said. "It has a bathroom you can reach only from the master bedroom. Then there's my office--in back of the living room."

"The kitchen's on the left as I face the house? What's behind it?" Andrei asked.

'A laundry room and another bathroom."

Lots of bathrooms,
Andrei thought. Even after having lived in the United States for ten years, he still hadn't gotten used to all the bathrooms. When he was a boy, he and his mother had shared one with six other families.

"Show us where every window is."

Brody did so.

"In the back," Andrei said, "is there anything one of our team can stand on to look inside the house? He might be able to get a sense of what's happening in there."

Brody indicated the middle of the back of the house. "There's a brick patio with an overhang. We have a barbecue grill and a metal table with metal chairs. Someone could easily move a chair to a window and stand on it."

"Good. Now show us where every outside door is."

Brody added to the diagram. "When the SWAT team gets here, they're not just going to charge in, I hope. If there's shooting, Meredith and Cole might--"

"Don't worry. Our men are professionals. They don't shoot randomly. They make sure they've got the correct target, and even then, they don't shoot unless it's absolutely necessary." "If anything happens to my wife and son . . . What did this guy do?"

"He held up a liquor store."

"You mean he's got a gun?"

"Please keep your voice down, Mr. Brody. Yes, we suspect he's armed."

Brody groaned. "If I hadn't lost my temper--if I hadn't left them alone ..." A thought made him straighten. "Maybe he'll listen to reason. Maybe you can negotiate and stop this from getting out of control."

"That's hard to do without a phone. But there might be another possibility ..."

Brody stepped toward him. "What?"

"It's risky."

"Tell me what it is."

"It could be that I was wrong," Andrei began.

"What do you mean? Wrong about what?"

"Not letting you go inside."

Brody shook his head in confusion. "But you said that if I went in there, I wouldn't do any good. I'd just become another hostage."

"That was before you told me the phones aren't working. We need to negotiate with him, and you're the perfect person for that. You've got every reason to walk up to the house. When your wife explains who you are, the gunman won't suspect you're working with us. Detective Hardy will equip you with a miniature microphone and earbud."

"Earbud?"

"A tiny earplug that works as a radio receiver. The microphone will allow us to hear everything you say in there, and

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