Chapter Eighteen
“She is sleeping,” Dimitri said with a deep sigh as he closed the door to the bedroom. “The pain medication made her sleepy.”
“What happened, Dimitri?” Sergei said, running his hand through his thick black hair. “I find it hard to believe that we just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
“I am working on it,” Dimitri said heavily. “I have assigned Alex and Pierre to find out everything they can about the kid.”
Sergei walked over to the bar and poured a drink for him and Dimitri. He turned and handed the dark amber liquor to Dimitri before he sat down on the long couch. They were missing something. His gut was telling him it was more than just a random shooting. His mind went through all the possibilities.
He honestly didn’t think it had anything to do
