CHAPTER FOUR HUNDRED and EIGHTY-EIGHT
Thursday early morning — 4:10 a.m.
New York City, New York
“Yes, of course,” Nadia said into her cell phone. “Yes.”
While listening to someone speak, she opened the door to Ivan’s room and went to the bed. She sat down on the bed.
“I think so,” Nadia said. “Just a second.”
Nadia shook Ivan’s shoulder.
“What has happened?” Ivan sat up in bed. His hand went to his chest. “Sissy?”
“Sorry, Jammy,” Nadia said into the phone. “Just woke him. Give me a second.”
Nadia nodded to something James Schmidt had said and put the phone to her chest.
“Sissy met one of the Prince’s this morning,” Nadia said.
“So?” Ivan asked.
“He wanted to know if you were having a dance party,” Nadia said. “Jammy thinks that it might be a good way to shake off all of this Russian thing.”
“But these schools,” Ivan said. “They are the ones who have put my Sissy in such danger.”
“He says that he’s heard from the Paris Opera Ballet,” Nadia said. “They’ve assured him that they were genuinely interested in Sissy. The Royal Ballet has said the same thing.”
Ivan rubbed his eyes to buy some time while he thought about what she was saying.
“Nothing from Russia?” Ivan asked.
Nadia snorted an angry laugh. Ivan nodded.
“What does Jammy want?” Ivan asked.
“He’s wondering if you would come to London for a party tomorrow night and maybe one in Paris on Saturday,” Nadia said. “Jammy thinks that Teddy and Nash should come because the Instagram account is their idea.”
Ivan looked at the wall for a moment before looking at Nadia.
“I will go,” Ivan said. “You?”
Nadia nodded. She spoke into the cell phone and hung up.
“I knew you’d want to,” Nadia said. “I’ll send Sandy an email about Nash and Teddy.”
“Jammy’s booking our flight,” Nadia said. “We will have to leave this morning to make it all work. Can you get out of teaching today and tomorrow?”
“I think so,” Ivan said. “I will call and explain.”
Nadia nodded to Ivan and got up to leave.
“Nadia?” Ivan asked.
Nadia turned around to look at Ivan.
“We will need security,” Ivan said. “Good people.”
“Leave it to me,” Nadia said.
“Thank you,” Ivan said.
He waited until she left the room before picking up the phone. He dialed a number that he’d been given.
“Yes,” Alex Hargreaves said.
It always surprised him how they always seemed to be wide awake.
“I am leaving for London, probably in a few hours,” Ivan said. “I’d like to talk before I go. In case, as you say, something happens to me and I’m not able to return.”
“Why don’t I call Jammy?” Alex asked. “I’d bet we can charter something for you. That way we can talk in private on the way.”
“Yes,” Ivan said. “We need protection, too.”
“Easy enough,” Alex said. “This is the right choice.”
“Thank you,” Ivan said and hung up the phone.
He stared at the wall for a moment before forcing himself to lie down. The next few days were going to be difficult. He would need his sleep. He stared at the ceiling for what felt like an age. The next thing he knew, Nadia was waking him for their trip.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…
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