Elena sat in the office, her hands wrapped around a cup of coffee. She was younger than Adam expected – twenty-four, maybe twenty-five – but her eyes looked forty. Survivor’s eyes.
“I didn’t come just to thank you,” she said.
“What else?”
“There are others. Survivors who are still being watched. Still being threatened. Even after Krause went to prison.”
“Who’s threatening them?”
“Not Krause. Someone else. Someone who took over his network. The same people who used to work for him, they’ve found new leadership.”
“Who?”
“A woman. Her name is Olga. She was Krause’s accountant. She knows where the bodies are buried. Literally.”
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Adam leaned back.
“Olga. Where is she?”
“No one knows. But she’s been reaching out to survivors. Offering them money to keep quiet. Threats if they don’t
