Instant pandemonium. Peter’s eyes just about fall out of his head. Brian, for his part, does a good job of looking shocked as well. He sags in his chair. “Th-that’s impossible!” Brian splutters. “I swear, we didn’t—”
“Yes, you did. One of you, at least. And now, I’m going to give the culprit a choice.” I steeple my fingers and stare into their eyes. “Confess. If you do, I might show mercy. If you don’t…”
There’s no need to finish that sentence.
“You have ten seconds,” I conclude. “Starting now.”
I count them out by drumming my fingers on the desk: Nine. Eight. Seven…
“M-Mr. Ozerov, there must’ve been a mistake—”
Six, five, four… Feliks starts humming the Jeopardy theme from the doorway. He’s got a sick sense of humor.
“I-I’m telling you the truth!”
“Time’s up.” I rise. “You’re bo
