“Unless you left it open yourself,” said Ezeriņa. “To give you an excuse for the missing gun...”
“Would I leave my own safe open? I’d lose all documents.”
“What documents?” asked Dudnyk.
“They must have been stolen too.” She shut the safe door. “Nothing terribly important.”
“Then why were they kept in the safe?” asked Ezeriņa.
“Ilya... she’s terrible!”
“I know. Can you take your shoes off, Ninel?”
“My shoes?”
“Please.”
Ninel leaned against him, pulled of her black dress shoes, one at a time.
“Flat feet,” said Ezeriņa. “Nothing like the boney tracks in the flour.”
“And I’m sure your feet are perfectly delicate works of art!”
“Ninel,” said Dudnyk with a smile. “I’ve never been happier to see a pair of flat feet in my life. I may be developing a foot fetish.”
“Such an odd stateme
