Free In Sheep's Clothing by Susan May Warren

to him than in the car when she nearly shattered before his eyes. Oy, he had to admit, he’d never seen a woman so completely wear her feelings on the outside of her body. And when she looked at him with so much fear in her eyes, well, he’d had to fight the weird desire to pull her into his arms.
    Her wounded expression had reached out to him in the train and turned him into some sort of cream puff.
    He felt like a jerk for suspecting her, but that was his job. He shoved his hands in his pockets and fought to harden the soft places she’d touched in his heart.
    Grace crossed her arms and stared out the kitchen window. Her erect posture gave her dignity, but Vicktor had seen the slight quake of her shoulders and the two deep breaths she’d gulped as she entered the kitchen.
    “Ask her what she knows,” Arkady said, following them both into the room.
    Vicktor shot a look at him. The chief leaned against the counter, watching the American’s body language like a psychiatrist. After a moment, he turned his gaze to Vicktor, a hard edge to his brown eyes.
    “Zdrastvootya,” he said with a biting tone, “you can still speak English, right?”
    Vicktor glared at him. “Miss Benson, could you please tell us what happened here?”
    She breathed a sigh of palpable sorrow, but she tucked a stray blond hair behind her ear and lifted her chin.
    “I came this morning to check e-mail. When I arrived, the doors were open.”
    “Both of them?”
    “ Da. Sounds familiar, doesn’t it?”
    She nodded. “It was creepy. Evelyn is very careful about keeping her doors locked, so I knew something was wrong. I never guessed…” Her voice plunged to a whisper and Vicktor fought the urge to take a step toward her. His face must have revealed pity, however, for Arkady shot him a scowl.
    Vicktor fisted his hands in his pockets. “Where did you find her?”
    “The bedroom. I checked the house and decided to do e-mail before I left.”
    “Do you often check your e-mail here?”
    Her eyes sparked. “I don’t have my own computer.”
    He couldn’t imagine life without his laptop. Odd for an American.
    “What did you do when you found her?”
    Gracie’s shoulders shook, but her voice emerged steady. “I untied her hands. Then I called my friend Larissa. She told me she would call the police.”
    Vicktor translated her answer for Arkady, who lit a cigarette. “Ask her why she took off.”
    “Why did you leave, Miss Benson?” He wanted to cringe at the sight of her red-rimmed eyes.
    “I was afraid. I thought the murderer might still be in the flat.”
    “Smart,” he said, and was instantly glad when he saw one side of her mouth tug up.
    Arkady scowled at him. “Did you ask her what these Americans were doing here? What organization were they with? Did they have any enemies?”
    Vicktor waved him quiet. “This doctor and his wife—what did they do here?”
    Her eyes aged before him, and he found himself wondering how old she was.
    “They were missionaries. Dr. Willie worked mostly with the leaders of the church, but sometimes he would help out a few doctors he knew.” She shook her head as if anticipating his next question. “No, I don’t know any names. It seemed like Dr. Willie knew just about everybody, but I can’t tell you whom.”
    “Did they have any enemies?”
    Her eyes locked on his. “No.”
    He turned to Arkady. “She doesn’t know anything.”
    “Tell her to stick around.”
    “She’s headed for the border, Chief. I pulled her off the Okean to Vladivostok.”
    “Take her into custody.” Arkady let the ash from his cigarette fall to the ground.
    “Right. And have the U.S Consulate hound me for the next decade? No thanks. She doesn’t know anything.” Vicktor glanced at her. “Let her go home.”
    “She’s hiding something.” Smoke puffed out of Arkady’s mouth with each word. “Did she see anyone? Ask her again.”
    Vicktor shot Arkady a crippling look. “Is there anyone else that could have