37Vasily had watched Molly work at her computer and then make breakfast through the window at the end of her living room, which was partly covered by an overgrown viburnum that gave him some cover. He had discovered he very much liked stalking the detective, and would rather do that than any of the long list of things Fedosia had ordered him to do. He thought about how scared Molly would be if he grabbed her and twisted her arm up behind her back. Imagining her frightened and pleading expression gave him pleasure.
“Vasily!” hissed Fedosia, on her way to the pigeonnier. “Tear yourself away from Sutton and take care of business!” She went by, muttering under her breath. Vasily sighed and stepped out of the viburnum, making a wide circle as though he were going for a stroll in the meadow. Wh
