Chapter 36
Aleksey Nabokov, sitting on the carpet and leaning against the wall, only inches from the tinted window, gazed at the land peaks poking up out of the distant lake. He pondered how the desert islands were lurking under the surface all along. The diminishment of the lake's levels would continue to reveal new surprises, transforming aspects of itself again and again.
In a way, the metaphor applied directly to him. Aleksey vowed to himself that he would never be so ignorant again. He adopted a new principle. Forevermore, he would analyze predicaments by equally weighting what was in plain sight and what could be looming in the depths. Protection and peace of mind for himself, and Zachary Fellini, or future clients, required nothing less than a precise balance of facts and ed
