Konstantin:
“What do you mean Yigrette is dead?” I asked, frowning as I answered the phone.
Batrov hesitated, and I could tell that the man gulped, trying to form a right sentence as he did.
“She fell down the stairs, boss.” He said, and I took a deep breath as I tried to control myself and anger.
“How the fucking hell would a woman like her…?”
“She was wearing heels. She passed by Elena’s room, and as she was leaving, she tripped and fell.” He said, and I took a deep breath. “She hit her head as she did, and we couldn’t stop the bleeding when we found her. The doctors said that it would have been a miracle for her to survive.”
“She was drunk, wasn’t she?” I asked, tapping my fingers on the desk. The idea of her drinking on the job was something that I didn’t like. She knew the rules, but I knew that she went past them at times, and now it cost her life.
“She had alcohol in her system. But I am not sure that she was drunk, boss.” He said, and I scoffed, knowing that he was de
