Murder In All Patience
They were going to hold a charity-gala at Trestles, but Acton wasn't one to want a passel of strangers tromping around his ancestral estate and so Doyle was rightfully suspicious; he must have some plan afoot—something to do with the Song case, which had gone cold even though there was a mighty fortune hanging in the balance.
Stranger still, the charities were going to put-on that famous Sherlock Holmes story—the one with the horror-hound—and Doyle couldn't help but notice there seemed to be a lot of parallels to current events, what with unknown heirs, and a tightening web of unnatural goings-on. .
The Penitent
Jegor Sepp was very content with his life, here in Soviet Moscow. He’d worked his way up as a hitman for the mafia bratvas, and so he had access to anything he wished from the black market—just so long as he did his work, and kept his mouth shut.
He was a valuable torpedo, reliable and ruthless—except for that one error he’d made, the one where the girl had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. He was surprised by how badly he felt about it—bad enough to discreetly track her down, and see if there was anything he could do. . .
