Chapter Three
Tasha left the unfortunate Rodion Artemo’s place of abode with a bone knife in either pocket. One was the pretty engraved specimen which had done for the victim. The other was the stoutest of his ribs; not strictly a knife yet, but soon she would sharpen one end and make a blade of it.
She had tried not to enjoy the process of its removal, not too much. The inspector had withdrawn, taking Karyavin with him, on the pretext of further enquiry with some nearby soul. He’d given orders for the removal of the body to the morgue beneath The Malykt’s Temple, to be carried out shortly. In the intervening time, Tasha had found her opportunity to procure her weapon. Considering the mess of the man’s torso already, she’d had an easy time of it. Beginner’s luck.
She walked away from th
