Kassian and Isaev stepped aside as the others came up behind them, letting the MENTs approach the pile of limbs first.
Liadov studied the pile, mouth set and expressionless, though his gaze was thorough, dissecting. He saw something other than just a very sick man's notion of art in that display, Kassian could tell.
It was as if Liadov could see Molokov reaching out of the grave to deliver some sort of signal, one last message about his killer.
Maybe he could. Kassian wouldn't put it past the MENT, who had an unnervingly accurate insight into the nature of men.
Kassian turned away, instinctively moving closer to Isaev.
His tolerance for the macabre had abruptly turned thready.
He looked up, into Isaev's face, and Isaev returned his gaze, brow hooded, grey eyes distant, and hard.
The second time was never as bad as the first, Kassian thought, but it was bad enough.
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Date: 2007-06-27 03:56 pm (UTC)Liadov studied the pile, mouth set and expressionless, though his gaze was thorough, dissecting. He saw something other than just a very sick man's notion of art in that display, Kassian could tell.
It was as if Liadov could see Molokov reaching out of the grave to deliver some sort of signal, one last message about his killer.
Maybe he could. Kassian wouldn't put it past the MENT, who had an unnervingly accurate insight into the nature of men.
Kassian turned away, instinctively moving closer to Isaev.
His tolerance for the macabre had abruptly turned thready.
He looked up, into Isaev's face, and Isaev returned his gaze, brow hooded, grey eyes distant, and hard.
The second time was never as bad as the first, Kassian thought, but it was bad enough.