Chapter 105: The MessageVictor hadn't slept. He rarely did anymore, not really, just closed his eyes in a chair for a few hours and called it rest.So when the knock came, he was already standing before he registered deciding to stand.Two AM. Nobody knocked on a hotel door at two AM with good news.He crossed the room, checked the peephole out of habit more than caution, and stopped.A boy.Small, dark-haired, maybe ten years old, standing alone in the hallway with his hands shoved in his pockets and his shoulders pulled up around his ears like he was bracing for the door not to open.Victor opened it.The boy looked up at him and didn't flinch, which told Victor something before a single word passed between them. Children who had been taught to fear men didn't hold eye contact like that. This one had been taught something else."Are you Victor Lang?" The accent was faint, French underneath something else. Russian, maybe, worn down."Yes."The boy pulled a folded piece of paper from
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