11 Chapter 11

“I think that’s enough for today, detective,” Armand said abruptly.

“Your pardon, sir. Do you think Sean will be able to come down to the stationhouse to identify this Russian from a mug shot?”

“Wait a minute, Detective Murphy. I can draw him. Mr. La Marche, do you mind? I’ll get my charcoal pencil and sketchpad from my backpack.” He sat down at the table and quickly sketched a picture of the Russian from memory. “This is him.”

“That’s Dimitri Petrovich, a name both of us know well, Alpha.”

Armand shot the detective a look and Murphy blushed in consternation.

“Can you take it from here? Sean looks a bit tired and I’d rather not have him upset.”

“Eh, yes sir.”

“Pierre you can show the detective out. Sean and I will be in my study. I believe you have some errands to run.”

“Yes, Alpha.” Pierre left the breakfast room.

“Have you finished your breakfast?”

“Oh yes, Mr. La Marche. I’m completely stuffed.”

“Then we shall retire to my study.”