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"The trail is long, Viktor," the man whispered without looking at him. "And it always leads back to the same shadow."

A man in a heavy charcoal coat sat at the table next to him. He didn't order coffee. He just placed a folded newspaper on the table. The headline was about a Russian attache found dead in his hotel room that morning. El rastro de los rusos muertos.epub

Beside each name was a date and a cause of death. Heart attack in London. Sudden pneumonia in Washington. Fall from a balcony in Moscow. Viktor’s own name wasn't on it yet, but he knew how the trail worked. He had read the accounts of diplomats and ex-agents who vanished into the headlines of newspapers, their stories dismissed as tragic coincidences. "The trail is long, Viktor," the man whispered