"Tell me how you did that?" Irina said. (She was closer, so she gave Emma her muff.) "On our way. I promise, you will not have to break me out of prison to tell me later."

She still looked sad and overwhelmed, as was understandable; they hadn't found the real murderer yet. But, as Starkad closed the door on Lesya's apartment, a new emotion joined the mix on Irina's mobile face.

Relief.