The Groznyj Grad Living Novel

"One of yours?" said Liadov, nodding vaguely. "Good a place to start as any."

He uncrossed his arms, and motioned slightly to the chair in front of the desk.

"Take a seat, Lieutenant-?"

"Gurlukovich," muttered Ocelot. "And he's not staying."

"There aren't any exemptions that I'm aware of, Major."

Adam scowled.

"He's been on leave. He was several hundred miles off-base when the murder occurred."

Nika nodded.

"Ah. In that case, yes, there's no need." He paused, smiling faintly. "Provided you're willing to alibi him."

Ocelot nodded, standing up hastily.

"If you'll excuse me a moment, comrades. I'll just be outside."

Adam nodded to them both, and then to Sergei, following him into the corridor.