Grave Suspicions

DARIO

“And yet,” Lev went on, “here we are. Sitting across from each other because someone tried to blow up your estate.”

His gaze flicked briefly to the paper on the table.

“Which raises an interesting question.”

I leaned back slightly.

“And what question is that?”

Lev Rostov’s expression darkened.

“If my family didn’t plant that bomb,” he said, holding my eyes, “then who is trying to take off yo