Murder In Mercy
It was very surprising that Mrs. Song had died unexpectedly—although she’d been through the wringer, poor thing, what with her terrible luck in picking husbands. Officer Gabriel suspected there might be a murder afoot, but they hadn’t the whisper of a suspect—it was one of those locked-room mysteries. It all just went to show that having tons of money didn’t matter much, when it came to life’s burdens; faith, in a way, it was almost Biblical. . .
The Penitent
Jegor Sepp was very content with his life, here in Soviet Moscow. He’d worked his way up as a hitman for the mafia bratvas, and so he had access to anything he wished from the black market—just so long as he did his work, and kept his mouth shut.
He was a valuable torpedo, reliable and ruthless—except for that one error he’d made, the one where the girl had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. He was surprised by how badly he felt about it—bad enough to discreetly track her down, and see if there was anything he could do. . .
