"It's all right. It will fall to local authorities by tomorrow."
Pashkov put down the receiver. Give the Cubans enough to expect more—make sure they stay in town.
Zubov was cross-checking his kidnaping plans. He said, "With your pardon, do we take Colonel James alive or dead-or-alive?"
"Alive."
Zubov pulled a long face. "Dead-or-alive would be easier, Gospodin Pashkov. Fast, clean job."
Pashkov squinted at Zubov's crossed eyes. "Have you had your eyes examined lately?"
"No need," Zubov assured him with a smile. "I see more than most people."
Pashkov held up his remaining cigar. "How many cigars in my hand?"
"Two."