I’d told myself if it was that urgent, Drum would get in touch with me again.
Only he hadn’t. He’d applied for emergency leave, been denied, and had gone to Europe anyway, determined to learn the whereabouts of his half brother, Kirill Aleksandrov, who had disappeared while returning to his unit in the Russian Army stationed in Chechnya.
I’d met Aleksandrov myself a few years ago. I’d been in Europe at the time, and Drumhad tracked me down and “persuaded” me to help him. It seemed he’d just learned of the existence of a half brother.
“Half brother, Drum? How did that happen?”
“You know my father became a prisoner of war during the Vietnam War.”
“Yes.” The senior Drum had been a highly decorated officer.
“He was taken to one of the satellite Soviet countries.”
“And?”
He’d given me a cold look, before he remembered he needed a favor from me. “Dad managed to escape with the aid of a resistance group.”