ECHOES OF BLOOD
(Gabriel's POV)
I was halfway through my second glass of whiskey when the photograph landed on my desk.
The moment I saw Dmitri's face—
everything stopped.
The room.
The noise.
The city.
My breathing.
Everything.
I stared at the photograph.
Read the message attached to it.
Then read it again.
And again.
Until the words blurred together.
Keep digging and next time I won't just take pictures.
For several seconds I simply sat there.
Trying to understand what I was looking at.
Trying to understand why somebody would involve a child.
My child.
A sharp knock interrupted my thoughts.
The office door opened.
Roman entered.
One look at my face and he immediately frowned.
"What happened?"
I silently slid the photograph across the desk.
His expression darken
