“Okay,” Malone said aloud. “Fine.” He hung up and looked back to the Russian sitting on his chair. Brubitsch was ready to talk, and that was one good thing, anyhow. But what was all the static about?
What was going on?
“Now, then,” Malone said. “You were telling us about your group activities.”
“True,” Brubitsch said. “I did not commit any murders. It is possible that Borbitsch committed murders. It is maybe even possible that Garbitsch committed murders. But I do not think so.”
“Why not?” Boyd said.
“They are my friends,” Brubitsch said. “Even if they tell lies. They are also small children. Besides, I am not even the head of the group.”
“Who is?” Malone said.
“Garbitsch,” Brubitsch said instantly. “He worked in the State Department, and he told us what to look for in the Senate Office Building.”
“What were you supposed to look for?” Boyd said.
“For information,” Brubitsch said. “For scraps of paper, or things we overheard. But it was very bad, very bad.”