Is that good or bad? If someone died, surely the news would report it. Then again, maybe it’s a coverup. Timofey has friends in the police department. I’m sure Kreshnik does, too. Maybe at the papers and news stations, as well. Maybe one or both of them is covering up the extent of what happened, leaving me and everyone else in the dark.
I look up and Akim is standing across the island from me, a loaf of rye bread in one hand and a loaf of sourdough in the other.
“Sourdough or rye?” he repeats. “What do you think?”
I look from one hand to the other, taking in the two loaves. Then I say the first thing that comes to mind. “I don’t think Benjamin is dead.”
Akim slowly lowers the loaves. His thin, happy mask crumples. His forehead creases, and he stares at me with forlorn eyes. “Piper…”
