It had been an odd collection of trophies to be sure: [...] and a letter opener which in a previous life had been a stiletto belonging to Beria, and in a more recent one had been used by Sid to terminate one of those thugs she’d been hiding from.
The O.B.’s shelves, his books and mementoes, the print of «The Night Watch» above the fire, Sid herself. He’d hacked the last second off the copy he’d sent Erin. [2/2]
She’d made herself a nest, hiding from a homicidal pair of Moscow-centred thugs who planned to kill her a second time, and had been curled up asleep there when River scanned the room with his phone. [1/2]