He hung up the phone.
Outside the window, the night in Moscow was very dark, very quiet.
He knew this game had just begun.
Midnight, Mexico City, the top floor of the "Feathered Serpent Temple."
Victor stood by the window, looking at the bright lights of the Paseo de la Reforma outside.
Bramo stood behind him.
"Victor, Grisha's daughter has been kidnapped."
Victor nodded.
"I know."
"It's the Principal's people who did it."
Victor nodded again.
"I know."
Bramo hesitated.
"What should we do?"
Victor turned around.
"Tell Bennett to keep Grisha recording his confession."
Bramo was stunned.
"Continue recording? His daughter—"
"His daughter is in the Principal's hands," Victor interrupted him, "If he stops now, the Principal will know we care. If the Principal knows we care, his daughter is truly doomed."
He walked back to his desk and sat down.
"Let him record. Record everything he can say. Then—"
He paused.
"Then tell him we'll save his daughter."
