Alex pushed the front door open. The house was cold and smelled like old dust. He kept one hand on Mateo's shoulder and signaled for Viktoria to stay right behind him. They walked into the big living room, where the only light came from the moon hitting the floorboards.
A floorboard creaked near the fireplace.
"Back for more, Alex?" a voice growled from the corner. "Did you forget your keys, or did you come to tell me the world is ending?"
When Viktoria saw Nathan sitting there with a bottle, she didn't feel sorry for him. She felt angry. Her son's life was at risk, and the man who was supposed to be a powerful partner was slumped in a chair, smelling like a bar.
His suit jacket was on the floor. His white shirt was unbuttoned at the top, and his tie was pulled loose like a rope. He had a glass in one hand and a bottle of expensive whiskey on the floor by his feet.
