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“Did Igor have a gun?” I ask softly.
“He may have, but he didn’t have it out,” she slurs. “Andrei threatened him. Ig—Father—reached for something, but he didn’t have a gun in his hand. He did it because of her.” The tears start in earnest again, and I have to wait a respectable minute or two for her to continue. “He shot my parents because of Paige.”
I gasp, pretending that I care.
“He’s done everything wrong because of her,” I say softly.
I eye Valeri, and he smirks. There’s no need to worry that Emma will appear out of thin air. She’s securely locked away in the attic, screaming and cursing herself hoarse.
I hold onto Sonya, hugging her petite frame tight as her head rolls on her shoulders.
I’ve been jealous of her. The long blonde hair, petite frame, and perfect smile. But now, I’m even more jealous.
The stupid girl has no idea of the power she possesses or how to use it.
***
Sonya stays in the upstairs bedroom late into the morning. I’m not sure what time she wakes, nor do I care. She’s been in there crying for hours, and I can only pat someone’s back for so long.
My intel comes back, and Igor is indeedmissing. I used to have better spies in Andrei’s house, but they scurried away when he married that mouse. They were afraid of what he would do if he caught them.
But if these latest rumors are true, they had good reason to be scared.
I make myself at home in the kitchen with a pineapple smoothie the cook made for me. I sip it at the counter island, admiring the built-in pool off the deck.
Igor was old, but he was also fit. Eva must’ve been happy with him in her bed.
What a waste.
A tapping noise on the patio door makes me jump, and I frown when I see who it is. Detective Kenney Grant stands at the door with a shit-eating grin on his face. Emma left a nasty scratch on his neck from their short struggle, and the scab healed into a puckered line. I admired her aim but warned her not to try that shit with me.
He places his hands on his hip so I can see the badge attached to his belt. Does he think he’s in a fucking western, flashing that thing? The man is clearly compensating for something else.
I get up and take my time walking to the door. I can tell by the tilt of his head he is checking out my legs in my turquoise string bikini.
“Going into the pool?” he asks.
“Very perceptive,” I reply. “How did you figure that out?”
He steps inside and looks around the kitchen. “Where’s Igor?”
I shrug my shoulders and bite my lower lip, eliciting a smirk from him.
“You tell me, Officer.”
He walks past me further into the kitchen. “Rumor has it he’s dead.”
I direct him toward the counter. “Then why did you ask me?”
“I thought I might surprise you,” he says.
I slide back onto the stool and cross my legs. “Would you care for a coffee?”
He shakes his head, walking past me toward the living room. I follow him closely. The maid hasn’t cleared away last night’s wine bottles or glasses, which lie across the coffee table.
He smiles at me. “Looks like someone has already celebrated.”
I turn Kenney back toward the kitchen. “I had a girls’ night last night.”
