– I can't tell you that. In General, no. The investigator brought two capercaillie. There brother and sister killed in their apartments. Muddy things, I think, nobody will open. Lie down a couple of months in the archives, and then get lost at random. I wanted to ask you a favor.
Tier grinned slyly, realizing all that the captain has hidden under the words.
– Service. You know, anything for you.…
***
In the morning of the next day the interrogation went Tier. The man sitting in her chair look fresh, as if just woken up from a long healing sleep, although the surveillance cameras talked about the fact that he had not slept quietly without stirring were these days with open eyes.
– Talk? – covering for a the door, asked Tier.
The man in the interrogation room smiled and made an inviting gesture.
***
– Comrade captain, may I? – the investigator at the beginning of the tenth morning glanced to Isayev.
– Lavrov, what do you want?
– Comrade captain, things are not looking? Any leads yet?
– Yeah, I checked your files. Fine work. You know, a man of that level doesn't leave a trail, but if you dig up anything, it'll be great. You will grow, so to speak, over yourself. Most of the time.
– How to understand it? What do you mean? Why not for long?
Because if the one who removed these two, the captain tapped his finger on cases lying on his Desk – you sense that under him dig, he is unlikely to run. Judge for yourself what he risks. He's got at least two bodies on him. And where two-there and three. One term.
– And why did you decide, comrade captain, that these two murders were committed by the same person?
Isaev realized that no matter how he tried, a bit boltnul too much.
– Handwriting one, vital, handwriting. Dead brother and sister. People are not very poor, of course someone ordered them. You want to understand who and why-just watch what will lead to the changes and everything will become clear. But by and large, who died?
– Like who? Well, it's written there. Some scribbler and his sister.
– Let's put not some, but rather well-known in high circles and a very wealthy writer. But in fact, he was already old, and his sister was still that snake. I looked through the archives for it a few trial number of property claims. The nobles have found their berth. Are you willing to risk your own skin for this?