Mikhail
I took the stairs two at a time, my heart pounding with dread. The urgency in Dmitri's voice had sent ice through my veins. What could be worse than finding Katarina dead in our basement?
"What is it?" I demanded as I reached the top of the stairs, Anastasia walking close behind me.
Dmitri was standing in front of the security monitors in the main hallway, his weathered face grim. The screens showed various angles of our property, the gates, the driveway, the gardens, the street outside.
"Show me," I said, moving to stand beside him.
He pressed a few buttons, and the timestamp on one of the monitors rolled back several hours. "This is from last night, around the time we were moving the body."
The screen showed our front gates and the street beyond. For a moment, I didn't see
