Date: 2007-06-18 05:37 am (UTC)
The corpse was splayed like a hunter's trophy, pale against the rock.

Rakitin dealt with murder from the province of 'how.' Right now, he was very glad that he wasn't the one who was forced to understand 'why.'

"The sets of limbs switched..." He stared at Liadov. "Do you think we're being led along?"

The idea that they were playing right into someone's hands was enarly as disturbing as the corpse itself.
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