Dual Eclipse
4th installment in the Mikhailov Bratva series.
Start Date: February 18th 2024.
End Date: October 28th 2024.
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Victoria
I had nothing to do with these people-those with lifeless eyes, those that held their...
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The wait in the room raised my body’s temperature. The result of it caused me to sweat profusely. My stomach churned, wanting to get rid of the unwanted device. The police kept me here for hours with a damn ticking clock that only worsened matters. It was torture, but I wouldn’t let it affect me. Or so I tried. My tongue was dry and heavy.
The door clicked open, and Harold walked in. I glared at him until he took a seat before me. His companion, a brunette woman, fixed herself in her seat and stared at me with wonder and confidence.
“Good day, Alexandr.” I ignored her cheerful tone and fixed my glare at Harold. “I’m Detective Diaz. You’ve already met Officer Valdes at the crime.
He said he has known you for a while now.” The man smirks and places his clasped hands on the metal table.
“You’re not mute, Voinov.”
“I asked for my lawyer.”
“Mr Valor’s flight lands in an hour. You have the right to remain silent until he arrives, Alexandr.”
“Mr Voinov,” I corrected her. We weren’t acquainted, and she had one job to do—lock me behind bars. “Let’s keep it professional.”
She nods. “Like I stated before, Mr Voinov, your lawyer arrives in one hour. He got on the plane immediately after I phoned him.” Just hours ago, I heard Sergey screaming over the phone. Fuck! I owed that dedicated man my life. “We could proceed with why you got arrested if that’s fine with you, or should we at least wait.”
I remained silent for a moment, thinking this through. I will answer only questions about today. “Proceed, Detective.” She nodded.
“Firstly, what were you doing at the diner when everything conspired?”
“Using my laptop for important matters?”
“Matters involving the bombing—” “No. What terrorist remains at the scene after planting his bomb? I’m not a stupid man.”
“And you sure don’t look it.” She and Harold share a glance. “What matters were you taking care of?” I clenched my jaw.
“Nothing important to you. Don’t you have the pieces for analysts?”
“You know how everything works.”
“I don’t. That’s obvious.” She licks her top teeth and nods. “I’m not law enforcement.”
“A matter of fact, you’re against it.” I don’t respond to her. She slips a photo before me, and I look at it. “Mr Tomas was dead when police arrived. Did you see anything suspicious?”
“The owner took those answers with her to the grave. Never seen him before.” I shrugged.
