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JULY 23, 2014
The buzzer in Eirik Jarlsgate 6 suddenly rang, dragging Frank out of his dreams. The first thing that hit him was that Alexandra could have forgotten her key.
He sat down on the side of the bed, rubbed his eyes, and looked at his silver iPhone 5S. It told him that it was barely past six in the morning. "Who the f**k comes knocking without an invitation at this time of day?" he asked even as he dressed in his blue pajamas he had thrown on the floor the previous night.
Two men dressed in dark suits met him at the door. Both had matching black ties, belts, and patent-leather shoes. Dark stains on their shoulders told him that it was still raining outside. Frank thought they reminded him of FBI agents from movies he'd seen at the cinema.
"Hi …" he said, confused.
"Mr. Han
