I stared at Viktor, processing what he'd just told me.Ofcourse we knew whoever was stealing was also after the files,
"Where exactly is your phone?” I asked him
"In my apartment. Inside the Kitchen drawer, next to the stove." Viktor's voice shook. "Please, I've told you everything I know."
My phone buzzed. Russo's team.
"We have the phone, boss," the voice said. "Heading back now."
"Good. Bring it directly here."
I ended the call and looked at Viktor again. The man was terrified, sweating despite the cold warehouse air. But I believed him when he said he didn't know his employer's identity.
"Here's what's going to happen," I told him. "When your employer contacts you next, you're going to act like nothing's wrong."
Viktor's eyes widened. "What? No, I can't—"
"You can and you wil
