Deadly Interrogation 3 Direct

Now, here he was. Voluntarily.

“The drop wasn’t weapons,” Viktor continued. “It was a list. Names of every deep-cover sleeper agent your agency lost track of after the Cold War. You didn’t want the list, Eva. You wanted me to confirm that the list was real. And then you wanted me dead so no one else could use it.” deadly interrogation 3

The lights died completely. A cold wind—impossible in a windowless room—brushed Eva’s cheek. And from the darkness, a voice that was neither Viktor’s nor hers spoke a single word: Now, here he was

“You came back,” Eva said.

He tapped the photo. “Forty-eight hours ago, the Nightingale Floor went silent. Inside? A dozen scientists. And one of them—one of them—is Asset Zero. A ghost even I don’t know. If they wake up, they won’t steal secrets. They’ll end cities.” “It was a list

“You want me to trust you,” she said.

“No,” Viktor replied. “I want you to interrogate me one last time. But this time, the question isn’t ‘Where is the list?’”