Liadov cringed at Irinarhov's blunt and artless declaration of intent to 'go apprise Isaev of the situation'.
Why had he even bothered to couch his reassuring words in double-speak and entendre, if the righteous sniper was going to translate his true meaning directly after the fact?
Nika was chagrined, briefly, at being caught out in front of Rakitin, and having it broadcast that he was letting protocol slide on Isaev's behalf.
Those were the kind of things you didn't draw attention to.
If he was wise, thought Liadov, at this point he would be forced to redact his goodwill, upon having it called to general attention that the Captain, by his own declaration, was going straight to the most obvious possible suspect and tip him off.
If he condoned that outright statement now, he blatantly agreed to abet the compromising of an investigation, which was a seriously blatnoy proposition.
Tacitly that had been Nika's intent all along, but corruption was only corruption when it was underhanded.
When it was public it was unethical hypocrisy.
Liadov sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
He couldn't look at Rakitin.
"The body," he said. "If you don't mind, I'd like to observe. There are some marks, animal spots painted on the skin in blood. I want to see what you come up with when you run the samples, Polya."
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Why had he even bothered to couch his reassuring words in double-speak and entendre, if the righteous sniper was going to translate his true meaning directly after the fact?
Nika was chagrined, briefly, at being caught out in front of Rakitin, and having it broadcast that he was letting protocol slide on Isaev's behalf.
Those were the kind of things you didn't draw attention to.
If he was wise, thought Liadov, at this point he would be forced to redact his goodwill, upon having it called to general attention that the Captain, by his own declaration, was going straight to the most obvious possible suspect and tip him off.
If he condoned that outright statement now, he blatantly agreed to abet the compromising of an investigation, which was a seriously blatnoy proposition.
Tacitly that had been Nika's intent all along, but corruption was only corruption when it was underhanded.
When it was public it was unethical hypocrisy.
Liadov sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
He couldn't look at Rakitin.
"The body," he said. "If you don't mind, I'd like to observe. There are some marks, animal spots painted on the skin in blood. I want to see what you come up with when you run the samples, Polya."