TIMOFEY
I stop pacing across the kitchen when I hear the front door open.
"Well?" Sergey calls. His voice echoes through the rooms that feel emptier now than ever before. I never noticed it before Piper—how abandoned the place feels without her. She brought warmth with her when she lived here. Now, it's cold and lifeless.
It doesn't help that I have no fucking idea who I can trust.
"In here." I move to the kitchen doorway.
Sergey walks past me, claiming a seat at the new island. "What's so important it couldn't wait until the morning?"
"It's about Emily."
The moment the words are out of my mouth, he shakes his head and stands right back up. "Not this again, Timofey."
"I told you I was going to look into her murder."
"And I told you to let sleeping dogs lie!"
"Emily's murder never made any sense to me," I continue coolly. "Why would someone go after her and not me or you? The only person who ever made sense as her killer was Rodion."
