Chapter ThreeTamerlan Chekhov sat at his computer in his second-floor apartment on Corbin Place in the Little Odessa area of Brighton Beach that evening, listlessly surfing the Net for updates on his brother's demise. His mother called and told him that Abukhan had been killed at the Metropolitan Correctional Center yesterday. He was still in a daze, coping with his older brother having turned himself into the police on Monday morning. Just two days later he was murdered while in protective custody. What kind of country was this? What had their family come to?
The Chekhovs had been here for four years, arriving with their mother and grandmother after their father had been arrested in the Ukraine for suspected terrorist activity. He had an agreement with his associates that, in the event o
