“He wasn’t on edge?Looking around?Sweaty?”
Anastasia sat at the dining room table and looked at Dmitriy.“Why?”
“I have not seen or heard from Gnesin in a long time.For the last year, everything has come via cell phone communication.”
“Is that weird?”
“Yes and no.When there is a threat to his life, he often moves from safe house to safe house, never giving anyone a location.”
“Even you?”Anastasia asked.
“Even me.Only a select few people move with him, but whenever I have asked for an audience, I get it.”
“What happened?”
“Nothing.”
Anastasia frowned.
“I need you to think back to your dad.”
“Look, even if something does ring alarm bells, that would all lead back to you.You did kill him?”
Dmitriy nodded.“But I was given the order twenty-four hours before I got you.”
She couldn’t help but gasp.“That was all it took to ...kill them?”
“Gnesin told me they were traitors,” he said.
Anastasia put a hand to her mouth.“My parents were a lot of things, but they were one hundred percent loyal to Gnesin Bratva.My dad loved me, and he still cast me out.”
“But he still came to see you,” Dmitriy said.
“Well, what about my parents’ house?”Anastasia asked.
“What?”
“My parents always said a traitor is burnt to the ground.No one within the Bratva wants anything to do with a traitor’s possessions.Their house, everything is burnt to nothing.I assumed my home was gone.”
Dmitriy sat back.
“Is it gone?”she asked.
“No.”
“Then that makes absolutely no—” She didn’t finish as an alarm came from Dmitriy’s cell phone.
Within the last six months, Anastasia had never heard an alarm like that.She watched Dmitriy tense.
“We’ve got company.”
