“I’ve got a great therapist; you’re gonna love her. Not sure if she’ll feel the same way about you…”
“It’s a little girl and her grandmother, Gennady.”
He sobers up. “Oh. Okay.”
“I don’t have much to go on…” I rattle off all the information that Arya could remember. The little girl’s name, Rose’s name, a vague description of the house in Albany that Arya remembered from a story Rose told her. Something to do with frogs.
“That’s tough, Dima,” Gennady warns when I’m finished. “Not a lot of specifics there.”
“I thought you were the best in the business?”
“I am,” he bristles. “Of course I am. I just… f**k, how soon do you need this?”
I check my watch. “How about now?”
“Oh, sure, now you get a sense of humor. Funny how that works.”
“This is just a minor detour,” I rumble. “Arya needs t
