Before Dmitry could stop her, his daughter had opened the door to whoever was knocking this late at night. Then he let out a deep breath of relief.
It was Miss Jessica. She stepped inside the apartment and grabbed Lolita’s arm. “We found your dad’s painting,” she said. She wasn’t alone. There was a man with her. Trouble always travels with a companion.
Trouble always travels with a companionDmitry joined his daughter at the door. “Miss Jessica, what are you doing here?” He stared over her shoulder at the stranger standing behind her. “You found my paintings? Where did you find them?”
Dmitry was tired. He’d been waiting for Vanya to get back from walking Bunin and then planned to go to bed, and he was wearing his bathrobe and slippers.
He was embarrassed to see Jessica outside of Brenta
