Nathan stood by the old wooden docks, his coat collar turned up against the wind. He saw Alex's car pull up. Alex didn't look good. He walked over to Nathan, holding a thick yellow folder tightly against his chest.
"You're late," Nathan said. His voice was rough.
"I had to make sure," Alex said. He looked around to see if anyone was watching. The docks were empty except for some old fishing boats. "Sir, what I found... it doesn't make any sense. But it's all over the old Russian newspapers."
Nathan felt his heart beat faster. "Just tell me, Alex. What about Viktoria?"
Alex opened the folder. He pulled out a grainy, printed photo of a newspaper page from three years ago. The headline was in Russian, but Alex had written the translation in red ink underneath.
"The Miracle of the Ivan Family: Daughter Wakes from the Dead."
Nathan stared at the paper. "What is this?"
