Alexander Cherenov - Penny Criminal Case

“Do not worry, bro!” Starkov did not “sprinkle ashes” again. “A negative result is a result also, especially since you and I are not counting on another. A version, no matter how flimsy it is, needs to be worked out. And I will do it myself. Now I am more interested in what is there – by stepfather?”

The lieutenant colonel instantly switched his eyes – already “on the road” demanding – to Koval. Senior lieutenant crept a little, but he could not resist and snorted.

“What?” the lieutenant colonel frowned in displeasure: he did not tolerate “free-thinking” from his subordinates, even if it was not in the ranks.

“Our stepfather seemed to live up to our expectations,” Koval said, not grinning. “Two neighbors said, that they had heard – and one of them had even seen – how her stepfather was pestering the girl. Well, the maiden, God rest her soul, was, comrade lieutenant colonel, with considerable virtues… well, you yourself saw…”

“I haven’t seen some part of her virtues,” Petrov’s eyebrows even more moved. “You do not get distracted by the lyrics – report on the merits!”

Koval cleared his throat in guilt.

“Well, so, here, comrade lieutenant colonel… Neighbors said, that the girl threatened to tell everything to her mother, and…”

“And what these threats threatened stepfather?” Starkov interested wedged. “How mom can help our version?”

“Sir”, Koval turned his gaze on him, “her mother is business, energetic woman. By the way, she runs a large store. And this stepfather, judging by the testimony of the neighbors, is a typical gigolo, a parasite, lives at the expense of his wife’s money.”

“He is much younger than our trade worker, of course, isn’t he?” Starkov grinned.

“For seven years, sir. But this difference in years, as far as I understood from the words of their neighbors, in case of something will be not useful as an ‘excuse’. ‘Our trade worker’ will kick him out like a lousy puppy without the slightest regret. There are a lot of those, who want to take a place of gigolo: mom has access to scarce goods!”

“Where is the hell now?”

The lieutenant colonel was obviously tired of listening: he wanted to act – with all his arsenal.

“He is already here, in the third cell.”

“Have you brought him here already?!” Petrov “resurrected” vigorously. “Well done, senior lieutenant: you are rehabilitated! Bring him here!”

Three minutes later, the chair, only recently freed from the Petin, occupied the next “object of work”. The “object” was scared and did not hide it.

Lieutenant colonel Petrov did not conceal something also: his intentions. And his intentions were more than eloquently confirmed by the “rubber assistant”, playing in the hands of the lieutenant colonel.

“Well, you bastard,” Petrov “greeted” right off the bat, smiling to the suspect “with a kind smile from the starving cannibal”. “Do you tell everything yourself – or should I turn to the ‘assistant’?”

And Petrov eloquently looked at the hose almost with affection.

“I don’t understand what…”

The “object” did not have time to explain the “reason for misunderstanding”: rubber was connected to the interrogation. And it connected so vigorously, that the defendant almost fell off the chair. Koval, who “took over duty” instead of the irreplaceable hitherto Andrey, “asked” the citizen to return to the place with energetic cuffs

“Should I repeat my question?”

Petrov hung over the “object” with his “meter with a cap”. The “object” flinched with anything that could tremble in him – and everything trembled in him. A glance was not an exception.

Текст предоставлен ООО «ЛитРес».

Прочитайте эту книгу целиком, на ЛитРес.

Безопасно оплатить книгу можно банковской картой Visa, MasterCard, Maestro, со счета мобильного телефона, с платежного терминала, в салоне МТС или Связной, через PayPal, WebMoney, Яндекс.Деньги, QIWI Кошелек, бонусными картами или другим удобным Вам способом.