the emperor, and even attempt to undermine his rule when possible, but they dare not publicly ignore his summons.
It seemed the perfect opportunity to discover if the Tarveks were hiding any nasty secrets.
Silently leaving the house by a side door, he gestured toward his servant and headed for the back of the stables, not surprised to discover Josef had hidden his horse next to his own dappled-gray mare in the overgrown bushes.
They had spent a number of years working together. Perhaps too many, he ruefully acknowledged, watching the wiry man round the edge of the stables. They were both reaching an age where they should be considering an occupation that did not include a noose or firing squad.
“That was speedy,” he muttered. “The drills cannot have ended yet.”
“Oleg is keeping watch on Tarvek and his brother.” Josef’s expression was sour. “I thought you would desire to know that Vanya Petrova was among the crowd.”
“Alone?”
“Nyet. She has a young female companion with her.”
Dimitri tensed, telling himself it was anger that made his stomach clench and his heart miss a beat. After all, he had specifically commanded Emma Linley-Kirov to avoid being seen when he had left her at Vanya’s the night before. He had told her he would contact her when he decided what was to be done next.
“A female companion with honey hair and hazel eyes?”
“That is more than a mere man can say.” Josef shook his head in disgust. “She is wearing one of those foolish bonnets that make it damned well impossible to know what’s beneath the tangle of ribbons and feathers, but I would bet my last ruble it’s the dragon from Yabinsk.”
As would Dimitri.
Emma was stubborn enough to flaunt herself beneath the noses of the men who would kill her without hesitation.
“Damn. I’m beginning to believe she was sent to St. Petersburg to punish me for my numerous sins,” he muttered, untying the reins of his horse from the bush. “Come along.”
Josef grimaced, twisting the scar that ran down the side of his face. The disfigurement terrified many, which suited Josef, but Dimitri knew he had received the wound protecting his sister from his drunken mother.
“I will remain and search the house.”
“That will not be necessary. There are no females being held hostage in the cellar or convenient map to reveal their location. Although…”
Deliberately allowing his words to trail away, Dimitri mounted his horse and headed toward the narrow lane that led out of the estate. He knew his companion’s curiosity would overcome his reluctance to mix among the nobles.
There was a muttered curse, then the sound of scrambling as Josef retrieved his horse and urged the beast to match Dimitri’s steady pace.
“What did you find?”
Dimitri reached beneath the black multicaped coat he had chosen to cover his plain attire and riding boots. With a crowned beaver hat pulled low on his forehead and a heavy muffler wrapped around his lower face he was impossible to recognize. Even his stocky mare was unremarkable.
Being a successful criminal meant blending into the background when necessary.
“I found this in Tarvek’s bedchamber,” he said, pulling out a folded piece of parchment and handing it to his companion.
“Katherine Marie,” Josef read out loud. “Friday at noon.” He glanced toward Dimitri with a frown. “An assignation, no doubt.”
“Quite possible,” Dimitri readily agreed, urging his horse into a trot as they reached the paved street leading toward the Winter Palace. “But I recall finding a similar message in Pytor Burdzecki’s desk.”
Josef easily kept pace. “Katherine is a common enough name.”
Which was precisely why Dimitri had dismissed Burdzecki’s note as inconsequential. The aging roué was known to keep several mistresses, not to mention the brothels he visited on a regular basis.
“Yes, but for both gentlemen to have an assignation on the same day, at the same time, with a woman with the same name defies the odds.”
“You suspect this Katherine is a female they have abducted?”
“Or intend to abduct.”
Josef was swift to realize the importance of Dimitri’s words. “Then we can follow them. If they do snatch a female they will have to take her to their hidden lair.”
Dimitri nodded, his expression grim as the traffic thickened and he was forced to slow his pace.
“That was my thought, as well. We need to keep a close guard on the men we suspect are involved with my father.”
They traveled in silence as they weaved through the elegant carriages and small groups of pedestrians who were battling to make their way to the Palace Square. It was not that the crowds possessed an interest in the military drills or the poor soldiers expected to stand for hours in the cold as they prepared for the event.
But, it had become a rare occurrence for Alexander Pavlovich to make a public appearance over the past few years and the entire city was determined to catch sight of him.
“What’s troubling you?” Josef abruptly demanded.
Dimitri smiled with wry amusement at his servant’s perception. Yes. They had most certainly been working together for too long.
“Katherine Marie,” he muttered, annoyed by a vague memory teasing the edge of his mind. “The name is familiar.”
Josef shrugged. “As I said, it’s common enough.”
“Yes.” Dimitri shook his head in frustration and abruptly turned down a side street that would lead to the Summer Garden and the Field of Mars beyond. He knew a few tricks to avoid the worst of the traffic. “This way.” Intent on reaching Emma, it took Dimitri a moment to realize his companion was beginning to fall farther and farther behind. He glanced over his shoulder with an expression of impatience. “Josef?”
The servant shifted uneasily in his saddle. He hated being in the finer neighborhoods. Understandable, of course. One misstep and a man could find himself rotting in the nearest dungeon.
“You wanted those noblemen to be watched. I’ll find—”
“I have need of you,” Dimitri firmly interrupted, returning his attention to the road.
“I knew that woman was going to be trouble the moment she threatened to geld Semyon with scalding coffee,” Josef muttered, grudgingly returning to Dimitri’s side.
Dimitri scowled. He was not pleased when he discovered Emma had been troubled by one of his own servants.
“Semyon should have been gelded, although I believe the flogging I gave him should be lesson enough in how to treat a lady.”
“What do you intend
