“p*******e? Never. And, as for the killings tonight, or yesterday as it’s dawn, Grandpapa, need I remind you I was locked in that cell?!”
yesterday “You weren’t in the priest’s cupboard when the deaths occurred. Some accomplice let you out. Probably, this maid you hid in the house,” said Konstantin, looming over his descendent in the chair. “You faked being intoxicated, so we’d lock you away and give you an alibi. Destroyed the repellant, so only you and your ally would have a supply. It’s obvious.” He turned to Dudnyk. “Shoot Maksim, Ilya.”
“Grandpapa, I haven’t finished my cocktail!”
“At least, it isn’t me this time,” said Ezeriņa.
“Shoot her, too, Ilya. We can’t have a journalist airing our secrets to the world.”
The Latvian’s eyes widened. “Hey, hey, wait a minute...”
“I won’t sh
