Czar Gregovivk Part 4
“This man must be here in Moscow, no doubt! Come with me. There’s something about all this that’s intrigued me—something you’re right about that makes even more sense now. I spent all night thinking about what you told me yesterday, about the reason she was brought here. Mabel barely finished college and somehow managed to catch Rumeu’s interest.” I watch Sieta’s small frame pace back and forth in the room. “Rumeu, who has always been so egocentric.” She stops pacing and turns to me. “Unless she was very well recommended to him, Rumeu would never give a chance to a recent graduate from another country to enter his gallery. We need to find out how Rumeu learned about Mabel; maybe that will lead us to Nate if he’s really here.”
“In her initial reports, she came here with the help of a friend…” I say seriously, recalling the research I did on the guy.
“Oh, come on! I’m not belittling the kid, but unless he paid Rumeu a good blow job, which I doubt Sebastian would have allowed, I’m almost sure that kid was just a puppet…”
“A puppet that she trusts,” I say, thoughtful, following Sieta’s train of thought.
“If she is what you think she is—a guinea pig in Freire’s experiments—I’m sure Freire wouldn’t have taken her eyes off her.”
“Mabel would be too valuable to lose… She was practically ready.”
“Yeah, but the pathetic worm she was handed over to lost control, and that scared her.” Sieta places her hands on her hips. “She pulled back and closed herself off…”
“She got confused and scared when her body started craving more than what she was taught to enjoy.”
“And then she found you. Remember what your father used to say? A submissive soul always recognizes a dominant one, and it’s true; she went back to Sodom looking for you.” Sieta drops her arms at her sides and looks at me, confused. “We need to find out who Alekessandra really is if we want to confirm this story about Mabel.”
I lean away from the table and pull out the file on Alekessandra Shot, already knowing who will give me the answers I need.
“I hope you’re going home to sleep…”
“I will later,” I say without looking at her, shutting down my laptop.
“You’re not going after the girl with that lunatic look, are you?!” Sieta asks, nervously shaking her head. “I’ve already scheduled a time to see her, and you’d better not get close to Mabel today.”
“Take care of her; I’m going after Ramsés…”
“The crazy advisor!” Sieta scrunches her nose and shakes her head. “Ramsés is the most antisocial person I know.”
“If there’s anyone in all of Sodom who can tell me who that woman is and whether she’s ever been in Sodom, it’ll be Ramsés.” I walk to the door and grab my jacket from the sofa. “Take care of her.”
“It’s not like you’re giving me much of a choice,” Sieta shouts behind me. “Good luck with the Egyptian mummy!”
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