Why don’t people fly? Because wings would get in the way of crawling.
How many nasties are there in the world! My name is Viola Tarakanova.
One day I came to give a lesson to my student Nikita. The house was in chaos: the day before, Kit’s father had been arrested for drug possession. His mother, Lena—an artist—asked me to save one of her paintings so that it wouldn’t end up in the property inventory. Kit led me to the studio, and when we returned, I found Lena’s corpse in the bedroom. I handed the boy over to his grandmother, but even there the murderer caught up with him. And yet, by some miracle, he stayed alive.
And then… my friend’s daughter was kidnapped, and I have to pay half a million dollars for her—or find Lena’s killers. I’m sure it’s the same people…