Written by Carter Pierce
When Dmitri Molchalin opened his eyes, he was staring up into a familiar face, but it wasn’t Jack Raummi’s.
It was his brother’s.
“Ivan?” he whispered. His tongue felt dry, and the name came out sounding harsh and raspy.
Ivan knelt beside him, a concerned look on his face. “What happened to you, buddy? How do you know my name?”
Dmitri coughed, trying to form words. “Brother. I’ve seen . . . pictures. I’m Dmitri.” He tried to raise his hand to shake Ivan’s, but his body wouldn’t respond. His arm remained motionless. He groaned.
Ivan gulped visibly. “Dmitri? What happened?”
“I . . . was stabbed . . . .” Dmitri felt his eyes drooping against his will. He couldn’t keep them open any longer.
“I’m going to get help,” Ivan told him. “I just found you again. I’m not going to lose you.” He stood swiftly, preparing to head off down the alley toward the main street. But Dmitri whispered something, and he knelt back down. “What did you say?”
“. . . Jack . . . Raummi,” Dmitri choked. It was the last thing he said.
Ivan watched as Dmitri’s body went completely still. The shallow breathing stopped, the rising and falling of his breast gradually ceased. Ivan checked his brother’s pulse, but there was no sign of life. Dmitri’s hands were already going stiff. His face was pale and cold.
His brows knit in anger, and he stood slowly. Whoever had done this was going to pay.
He picked up his brother’s body, carrying it down the alley to his rental car. He’d deal with any stained seats later. For now, Dmitri needed a proper burial.
Then he’d start tracking down the guy who’d killed him . . . Jack Raummi, had he said? It would be no use telling the police. They wouldn’t kill the guy. He’d handle the situation himself.
It was probably the guy who’d been running down the street a minute ago: the one that had alerted him to the fact that something was going on in the dark alleyway.
He’d track him down, sooner or later, and then he’d deal justice. He didn’t care how long it took: Jack Raummi had stolen his long-lost brother from him, and he was going to pay.
In the worst way he could think of.
End of the DIABOLICAL mini-series.
Keep an eye out for the next mini-series with Molchalin and Raummi: CHAOS.
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