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his mouth is to be expected.
    An elderly woman stood up. Although stooped by age, her eyes were sharp.
    —That is not what we were told.
    —It’s very unfortunate, but you’ve been misinformed.
    The woman pressed ahead. Evidently she was a significant power behind this speculation.
    —The man who found the body–Taras Kuprin–was scavenging. He lives two streets away. He told us Arkady was naked, you hear? Not wearing a single item of clothing. A collision with a train doesn’t undress a boy.
    —This man, Kuprin, did indeed find the body. His statement is in this report. He claims the body was found on the tracks, fully clothed. He’s quite clear about that. His words are here in black and white.
    —Why did he tell us differently?
    —Maybe he was confused. I don’t know. But I have this man’s signature on his statement and his statement is in the report. I doubt he would say anything differently if I asked him now.
    —Have you seen the boy’s body?
    Her question took Leo by surprise.
    —I’m not investigating this incident: that is not my job. But even if it were, there’s nothing to investigate. This is a terrible accident. I’m here to speak to you, to make things clear when they’ve been unnecessarily confused. I can read you the entire report aloud if you like.
    The elderly woman spoke again.
    —That report is a lie.
    Everyone tensed. Leo remained silent, struggling to stay calm. They had to realize that there was no compromise. They had to concede, they had to accept that their little boy died an unfortunate death. Leo was here for their benefit. He turned to Fyodor, waiting for him to correct this woman.
    Fyodor stepped forward.
    —Leo, we have new evidence, evidence which has come to light today. A woman who lives in an apartment looking out over the tracks saw Arkady with a man. We don’t know any more than that. This woman is not a friend of ours. We’ve never met her before. She heard about the murder—
    —Fyodor…
    —She heard about my son’s death. And if what we’ve been told is true, she can describe this man. She’d be able to recognize him.
    —Where is this woman?
    —We’re waiting for her now.
    —She’s coming here? I’d be interested in hearing what she has to say.
    Leo was offered a chair. He waved it away. He’d stand.
    No one spoke, everyone waiting for the knock on the door. Leo regretted not taking that chair. Almost an hour passed, in silence, before a faint knock was heard. Fyodor opened the door, introducing himself and showing the woman in. She was perhaps thirty years old: a kind face, large, nervous eyes. Startled at all the people, Fyodor tried to comfort her.
    —These are my friends and family. There’s no need to be alarmed.
    But she wasn’t listening. She was staring at Leo.
    —My name is Leo Stepanovich. I’m an MGB officer. I’m in charge. What is your name?
    Leo took out his pad, finding a fresh page. The woman didn’t reply. He glanced up. She still hadn’t said anything. Leo was about to repeat the question when she finally spoke.
    —Galina Shaporina.
    Her voice was a whisper.
    —And what did you see?
    —I saw…
    She looked about the room, then at the floor, then back at Leo, relapsing into silence. Fyodor prompted her, tension evident in his voice:
    —You saw a man?
    —Yes, a man.
    Fyodor, standing right beside her, his eyes drilling into her, sighed with relief. She continued:
    —A man, a worker perhaps, on the railway–I saw him through my window. It was very dark.
    Leo tapped his pad with his pencil.
    —You saw him with a young boy?
    —No, there was no boy.
    Fyodor’s mouth dropped, his words rushed out.
    —But we were told you saw a man holding my little boy’s hand.
    —No, no, no–there was no boy. He was holding a bag, I think–a bag full of tools. Yes, that was it. He was working on the tracks, repairing them perhaps. I didn’t see very much, a glimpse, that’s all. I shouldn’t really be here. I’m very sorry your