"I don't know what you're talking about," Dmitri gritted through his teeth.
I stared at his dark face dumbfoundedly. His words during our previous conversations were playing inside my head.
"Don't worry about it. I have already dealt with it..."
Those were his exact words, as far as I can remember, when I asked him if he had found Liz. He dealt with it. He dealt with her...
I watched how his jaw clenched repeatedly while having a staring contest with our father. Dad, on the other hand, looks at him tauntingly, his head c****d to the side. There was a ghost of a dangerous smile playing on his lips.
He knows what he is talking about.
I looked back at Dmitri. He looked tensed. His hands were tightly fisted on his sides.
"Oh really? Don't you know where she is?" the undertone in his vo
