Tatiana saw Evelyn and Liliya standing in the entrance of the living room. They'd likely seen and heard it all. She pushed herself to her feet and moved unsteadily to her knife. She slipped it away and walked back to the door. Each step brought more control to her muscles. Quietly, she stepped outside and walked back to their home.

Liliya moved to stand before Ben. She looked to the Sergeant. "May I speak privately with Ben?" she asked calmly. Ben nodded to the question in Evelyn's eyes, so she moved downstairs.

Liliya looked up into Ben's troubled eyes. "I am not a psychologist, but I know Tatiana is not...