Anatoly had only just warned him this could happen. Why hadn’t Nicolai taken precautions? He could have posted a guard or something. Enforcers milled about inside the room. There were hushed whispers and conversations in Russian, but for the most part Nicolai was left alone to puzzle things out. A few feet away, Anatoly was keeping the men calm.“Nicolai, we have to call the police,” Anatoly reminded him. The man had been his father’s second-in-command for years. Now he knelt beside Pyotr’s body. Anatoly sighed heavily. “I cannot believe this happened when I was right downstairs. You and I were in the kitchen talking about exactly this!”“It is not your fault.” Nicolai gently closed his father’s eyes. “This was my brother’s doing.”“Vladimir?” Anatoly huffed out a long sigh. “I know you are right, but that is a serious accusation. We have to have proof.”“Proof?” Nicolai frowned, gazing around the room and noting that nothing was touched. “I have no evidence, if that’s what you mean.
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