Chapter 3 - Lila Drew a Picture of the Killer—And Damian Recognized the Man Standing Beside Him in Every Family PhotographThat afternoon, Lila drew.
I expected a picture of flowers.
Instead, she drew a man.
Black clothes.
Tall body.
A silver object near his neck.
And a small scar above his eyebrow.
Damian stared at it.
"Who is this?"
Lila pointed toward the drawing.
Then toward the hallway.
Marco studied it.
"I know."
Damian looked at him.
"Who?"
"Victor."
I frowned.
"His brother?"
Marco nodded.
But Damian didn't speak.
He picked up a family photograph.
Victor stood beside him.
Same scar.
Same silver chain.
Same posture.
Damian's face hardened.
Then the phone rang.
Victor had been found.
But he wasn't alone.
He had gone to the old Volkov warehouse.
And someone was waiting for him.
A man who hadn't been seen in eight years.
Damian's father's former physician.
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Dr. Adrian Hale.
The same man who had signed the death certificate of Damian's father.
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