“Did you hear anything about this, Raoul?”
He shakes his head. “Nothing. Trofim was staying in some tiny little town outside of Dzerzhinsk. I had eyes in the surrounding areas in case he ventured out, but he never did.”
I counted it a luxury that my older brother at least knew when to call it quits. I exiled him and he didn’t fight back. He took his defeat on the chin.
Maybe someone killed him before he could scrabble together a comeback attempt.
“Is that all the information we have?” I ask.
“So far,” Anatoly confirms. “I’d like a few more minutes with our witness here, though. He doesn’t like to cough it all up in one go.”
The man whimpers, rightfully so, and Raoul and I head back upstairs to my office.
Unlike Anatoly, Raoul knows when to give me space. He stands quietly against th
