“We’ll fill you in, but you’re spending the rest of the evening in the company of a lawyer. No more running around unsupervised. You know Ninel Safronova?”
“All too well.”
Dudnyk took her arm, Santa followed suit, and they escorted her to Ninel’s door. He knocked.
She answered. “Ilya, I was—”
“Ninel, we’ve a guest,” he directed Eva into the room. “A maid. You’re acquainted? Good. Watch her for an hour, my love. Have her dust. Dust for fingerprints.”
“I don’t—”
“That’s a joke, Eva.”
He retrieved the cartridges Ezeriņa had unloaded, rearmed his pistol, and they went to Konstantin’s door to report on Eva and many other matters.
As usual the boss was missing.
Looking for a g*n that matched the one that killed Bogdan, they wound their way through the maze of Konstantin’s private suite
