Victor POV
The air in New York smelled like old grease and exhaust, and as I stepped out of the rental sedan near the laundromat in Queens, I adjusted my gloves and looked at the digital photo Silas Valerius had sent to my encrypted line.
I didn't care about the billionaire’s family drama or the fact that he was trying to kidnap his own grandson, because to me, the boy was just a package that needed to be retrieved and delivered to a specific set of coordinates, and the girl was just an obstacle that I was being paid a very large sum of money to remove.
I walked into the laundromat and the steam hit my face, and I scanned the room until I saw an older woman in a faded floral apron folding a mountain of white towels near the back machines.
"Good morning, I'm looking for a friend of
