Deadly - Interrogation 3

The room was smaller than the last two. No two-way mirror. No drain in the concrete floor. Just a steel table, two chairs, and a single bulb that buzzed like a trapped hornet.

“You’re the asset.”

“You told me the dead drop was about stolen weapons blueprints,” Viktor said quietly. “You lied.” deadly interrogation 3

When the emergency lights hummed to life, Viktor was still there—but the key was gone. In its place on the table lay a single bullet, casing engraved with three words:

Eva said nothing.

“You want me to trust you,” she said.

Eva looked at Viktor. Viktor looked at the door, which was now slightly ajar. The room was smaller than the last two

Special Agent Eva Rostova sat in one chair. Across from her sat a man who had died twice before.