“Neither do you.”
“Yes. Never listen.”
“We’d better look for him elsewhere.”
“No, let’s stay here, Ilya.” She kneeled at a wastepaper basket and with her free hand began rummaging through the refuse inside, tossing out everything from cigar wrappers to chocolate packets.
“I’m employed to stop such snooping. Get up.” He tugged upwards.
She did not move. “Ilya, we’re down to three suspects,” she said without glancing up. “You really want to turn a blind eye to Konstantin? Even if you cover up his crimes for a living, don’t you want to know the truth for your own self-preservation? If he’ll murder his grandson, he’ll murder you.”
He gave her ten seconds...
It went on twenty. Longer.
“Do you frequently search bins for papers?”
“Better than searching dumpsters for food... Here we go!”
