Arthur respected that.
At 1:30 a.m., Victor arrived.
A tall man with silver hair and the expression of someone who charged by the minute.
Arthur handed him the folder.
“Read.”
Victor read.
Ten minutes later his face changed.
Twenty minutes later he stopped.
Thirty minutes later he looked up.
“Well.”
Arthur nodded.
“That bad?”
Victor almost laughed.
“For them? Yes.”
Lena sat forward.
“What happens now?”
