“And then you decide to have a chat with him? And for this reason, you sent someone to make Emilia call Tomashevych. And before that, you arrange all the conditions for me to write a scandalous article. So, it’s you in those bordello photos.”
A very friendly smile lit up his face.
“Yes, it’s me,” he nodded.
“But Emilia didn’t call. Then who?” He pretended to be quite surprised:
“What makes you think she didn’t call? Because she said so?”
“No, because if she had listened and called, she would have been involved in the murder. She would have been on the same boat with you. Why kill her?”
“You’re right,” he agreed. “We found a woman to make the call.”
“Agnieszka?”
“Maybe Agnieszka. Or maybe Irena.” He was explicitly yanking my chain.
“So, the lady you brought with you rang the doorbe
