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The bathroo useful Kandinsky had recently used a decongestant An open package of nasal spray lay across the washstand The pollen froill kill you this tiets you first

I booted up the computer in what looked to be Kandinsky’s ho, I needed the password Dauess, and I didn’t want to accidentally lock myself out

I upended waste paper baskets and pawed through the contents Found an envelope addressed to Kandinsky, but no letter or return address The handwriting was plain, block letter print Very tidy

I dug into the bedroom closet A stack of folded papers bound with thick rubber bands hid behind a box on a shelf Setting thee out It was a handwritten letter, the paper off-white and the writing neat and clear, but it appeared to have been written in Russian or some Cyrillic script

I looked again and found one I could read Based on the salutation and signature, it was a letter froo and consisted of three sentences

Dear Dad,

I’m sorry, but I can’t do what you’ve asked I have to live my life the way I see fit I hope you understand

Love,

David

So, Kandinsky had a son, and apparently the father disagreed with the son’s life choices An old story, if there ever was one—my story in fact But what had Kandinsky asked of David? Did what Kandinsky ask lead to his own murder?

It occurred to hter both had parent issues Mere coincidence? Had Blaine even mentioned Kandinsky’s son?

Abandoning the search for the moment, I left the house The street was as quiet and e Co hohborhood ht become suspicious

I returned to my car and checked the notes I took at Blaine’s house to see if he hadso and saw no ot that Blaine said it had been four days since he’d heard from Melissa Based on what Melissa’s art instructor and her co-workers at Java Joe’s had said, she had been absent frohly teeks Why this time discrepancy?

Chapter Eight

I extracteda et in touch with me as soon as possible Then, I went back inside the Kandinsky house