Viktor has a plan, barely. Chai has jokes, plenty. But as Viktor waits in a run-down diner for a jittery informant, the noise and crowd feel like they’re pressing in. It’s just a bag of pretzels. Just a booth in a diner. Just another bad lead. But nothing about this case is simple—least of all the voice in his ear or the guilt he’s trying to swallow.

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