Demetrio's POV
Grigori was in my father's study when I came in, which told me either Dominic had called him or he had arrived on his own initiative, which was consistent with his operating style. He was the kind of investigator who showed up where the information was converging rather than waiting to be summoned to it.
He looked at me when I came through the door and produced the specific expression of a man who had assessed a situation and was managing his response to the assessment, which in this case was probably the blood on my hands and whatever the rest of me looked like after the last hour.
I did not particularly care what I looked like.
I sat down behind my father's desk and he spread his materials across the surface with the organized efficiency he brought to every briefing, and I looked at him and said, "what do you have."
"Several things," he said, which was the most satisfying answer he could have given.
