"H-how do y-you know my name?" Anton stuttered as his eyes trailed from Viktor to me, his eyes immediately widening.

Good that he recognised me. I had always found introducing myself awkward.

"I don't think you remember me, I'm Viktor. We talked over the phone about the plane explosion about Alveanea's parents," he said, while gesturing his hands at me. "My brother was the pilot."

Anton was still looking at me in awe. It took him a few seconds to register what Viktor had asked him.

"Sorry, uh...brother... pilot... Peter, right?"

Viktor nodded and he faced me again, continuing to speak. "So, how... how are you alive?"

I raised my eyebrows at him, "You think I know? I was an infant when the explosion happened. I was hoping you could give us some insight."

Before he could answer, the elevator doors opened and all three of us stepped outside, "Clearly I don't, if not I would've taken care of you."

Anton took a step closer to me and my reflexes took a step back from him. "Says the man who got all of my parents' inheritance."

I narrowed my eyes at him and I could see it in his eye that he realised that this was not a happy reunion situation.

"You're still trying to find out what happened, Viktor?" Anton asked.

"Yeah... I don't think I can ever truly move on without knowing what happened to my brother. And Alveanea wants to find out what happened to her parents as well."

Anton sighed and looked at Viktor in the eyes, "You should have stopped digging."

That got me defensive. Who is he to tell Viktor and I that we can't find out what happened to our family? Both of us already lost so much, if finding out what happened to them and bringing them to justice is the only thing that will fix our broken self together, then so be it.

"You're giving me the impression that you knew more than what you told me over the phone a few years back," I could see Viktor's blue eyes turning a shade darker.

Anton pursed his lips together. "You have to know that-"

"No, you have to know that I'm this close-" Viktor pinching the air between his two fingers, leaving only a small gap, "-to punching you right now."

I was about to open my mouth to calm Viktor down when he spoke again.

"But thankfully for you, I'm not going to do that here. I can't afford to attract any unnecessary attention. I already have had enough encounters with hitmen in the past week."

"Hitmen? To-to kill you? Both of you?" Anton's body stiffened.

"No shit," I deadpanned.

Anton brushed his fingers through his hair. "Oh, my lord..."

"This conversation should not be continued while we are standing in a hotel hallway," Viktor stated.

"Why don't both of you come over to the Gloria Hotel and stay? All of us could have a talk that is much needed over supper," Anton suggested.

"Actually, we are alright here. Both of us can meet you there in half an hour to talk," I replied.

"Sure, I'll give you my number so you can text me when you have reached," Anton said as Viktor handed him his phone.

After Anton left, Viktor turned to me and said, "You don't trust him?"

"I don't trust anyone else at this point."

"Me neither. After your parents were pronounced dead, he had to 'renovate' the hotel for ten months. Sounds shady to me."

"Why the air quotation?"

"He closed down all the hotels for ten months. And I just thought that maybe he was covering his tracks? But that doesn't make sense either since your parents died on the plane."

Maybe they didn't. But I didn't want to get ahead of myself.

As soon as Viktor opened the door to our room, I quickly went over to the nightstand. The room was not modern looking, the wallpaper on the wall was deep sea blue coloured with minimal flowery prints on it. The duvet covers on the bed were pale blue coloured to match with the wallpaper.

"What are you looking for?" Viktor asked as he put the luggage at the corner of the room.

"The wifi password, obviously."

He looked at me in confusion, "What do you even need that for? You can only contact me or Marlene."

And Breton. I didn't bother to mention that as I would never see him again.

"To download an app, watch some shows. I forgot what's the name of the app though."

"Netflix?"

"Yeah, that!" I spotted a note pasted on the refrigerator door and the wifi password is written on it.

"I saw in an advertisement that the app allows you to stream movies and shows."

Viktor scoffed. "Pretty sure they didn't include in the advertisement that you need to pay about fifteen US dollars every month for that, right?"

"What? That's cruel. I just want to watch something..." I sighed and went to lie down on the bed nearer to the bathroom.

Viktor took that as his queue that he would be taking the other bed, and went to sit on it, "Well, I can show you a so-called 'illegal' website to watch them for free..."

"That would be great, but right now, we need to go meet up with the man who is possibly behind my parents' death, "I reluctantly stood up from the bed.

He chuckled, "Way to bring down the mood."

Thirty minutes later, Viktor and I arrived at the Gloria Hotel. Anton had texted us to meet him at his suite, and that supper was ready for us. As the door opened, Anton's suite had two stories, with a jacuzzi at the enormous balcony. The walls were painted in minty green, finished off with paintings worth thousands of dollars hanging all around.

"Come in, make yourselves comfortable. I have a few dishes on the table, feel free to dig in," Anton said in a friendly tone.

"This is not a friendly intervention so let's get on with it," I said once we all sat down.

"Actually Viktor knows more than me, I had no idea that you were even alive," Anton said and looked at Viktor.

I eyed at Anton for a second. "Right, what do you know then?"

I can see him fidgeting with his fingers. "Nothing which can be of help to you."

He was clearly afraid of something. I gave Viktor a signal and he seemed to get that we should push him to the edge.

"Anyways, the reason we are here is that I was thinking of hacking into the airline and hopefully get more details about that flight," Viktor explained.

"Viktor... I don't think that's a good idea," Anton said softly.

"What? Why not? Don't you want to know how your best friends died?" Viktor pushed him further.

"No, it's not that. It's... it's hard to explain but-"

"There is something you know and that we don't," I cut him off. He was starting to get on my nerves.

"It's-it.." he stuttered.

"What? What are you not telling us? Did you have something to do with their deaths?" Viktor raised his voice.

"No! What? I would never! I was Roman's best man at the wedding. I've known him since I was eleven-"

"Tell us right now what you know," I stared right into his dark brown eyes.

"It's... I'll just show you. Wait here," Anton said and stood up from his chair to walk up the stairs. I could see his body shaking so visibly.

Once Anton was out of sight, Viktor stood up from the chair, went over to the kitchen and grabbed two knives, passing one of them to me.

I gave him the 'seriously?' face. If he wanted us dead, we would be dead already. I didn't think he had something to do with their deaths; just hiding something of critical information of how they died.

"Just in case," Viktor whispered.

"What if he has a gun? Then this would be useless," I whispered back, gesturing at the knife.

"Well, it's better than nothing, right?" Viktor hissed back at me.

A few seconds later, Anton walked back into the room with just a file in his hand. No gun.

"Here. I'm pretty sure this file tells you what kind of people your parents truly were, "Anton passed the file to me.

I slowly took the file from his hand and opened it slowly. What kind of people my parents actually were? What does that even-

When I opened the file, there were pictures. Pictures of drugs. I had seen them too many times not to recognise them, I saw the label 'tobacco', 'cocaine', 'heroine' and many other drugs as well.

Wait a second, how is this relevant to my parents? What do they have to do with these drugs shown?

I looked at the surroundings in the pictures... they look like they were taken underground, from the pipes in the background. At the corner of each of the pictures, the words 'Thailand', 'Russia', 'Spain' and 'Canada' were written.

Aren't these countries where the different branches of Gloria Hotel were established? Why are there so many types of drugs underground in the hotels? Unless...

My parents were drug dealers.