"Could be," Rakitin agreed. "The damage was too extensive to tell."
Nothing but scraps of charred flesh and cartilage clinging to the skull. The closest a person could come to being erased while having enough to leave behind.
"Maybe the greenhouse was a mistake," Ippolit said absently. "He could have been hiding Molokov's body there and intending to use it for something like this as soon as he got the opportunity."
Left unspoken was the possibility of others being similarly stored. Waiting in darkness as they spoke.
At Liadov's suggestion, Rakitin leaned forward and sniffed cautiously. He had thought the faint scent belonged to one of the soldiers in the vicinity, someone with an odd sense of style. But Liadov was right. The corpse smelled of cologne. And little else.
"Well preserved," Rakitin said, his nose wrinkling like a cat's.
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Date: 2007-06-23 09:18 am (UTC)Nothing but scraps of charred flesh and cartilage clinging to the skull. The closest a person could come to being erased while having enough to leave behind.
"Maybe the greenhouse was a mistake," Ippolit said absently. "He could have been hiding Molokov's body there and intending to use it for something like this as soon as he got the opportunity."
Left unspoken was the possibility of others being similarly stored. Waiting in darkness as they spoke.
At Liadov's suggestion, Rakitin leaned forward and sniffed cautiously. He had thought the faint scent belonged to one of the soldiers in the vicinity, someone with an odd sense of style. But Liadov was right. The corpse smelled of cologne. And little else.
"Well preserved," Rakitin said, his nose wrinkling like a cat's.