“Get lost, old man, we’re in charge here!” the thug declared brazenly, shoving the elderly man. He had no idea that this quiet fisherman was a legend of the criminal investigation department.
The shards of the old thermos scattered across the wet pebbles with a ringing clatter. Hot thyme tea mixed with glass splinters instantly soaked into the sand. Boris Akimovich slowly lowered his gaze. That thermos, with its worn engraving, had been Anna’s last gift to him. She had ordered it a year before she passed […]
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