Lavender:
I clung to the window, ready to jump out of it and escape if he dared to come inside.
“Brother, she’s not doing well after seeing you like that. Give her some time, you can’t force her to have this talk with you,” Igor warned, giving me hope that Nikon wouldn’t be able to get to me if he kept standing at the door like a brick wall.
“Igor! The more you try to stop it, the more I’ll push. And you know me, I hate losing,” he had a rough voice, but his words sounded like a threat. For a moment, I considered going out to have the talk he so badly wanted. But I didn’t understand what he planned to do with it.
Was he going to argue with me? Try to convince me I saw it wrong? Threaten me, or worse? How could he justify the killing of two people last night?
Everyone has theories they come up with when they witness something disturbing. Our brain is built that way. In my head, I had a theory too. It looked like the victims were a couple that Nikon got his hands on. He probably did hor
