Viktor
The floorboards creaked as I paced back and forth in Nadia’s living room.
After the c*****e, I had taken her in my arms and brought her here, just like that night on the road.
Now, Nadia lay stretched across the moss-colored couch, wrapped in soft blankets before the lit fireplace. I had wiped all the red staining her face with a warm, damp cloth. I tore her lab coat off her body. I just didn’t do the same with her shirt. It was stained with dried blood.
And I wouldn’t remove it without her consent.
Without taking my eyes off her, I picked up my phone and dialed.
"I thought you had forgotten you have a brother." Dimitri’s voice came through, laced with irony. "What is it now?"
"I need you to go to the Grimwood morgue and clean up the mess I left there."
"The mess you left?"
