Tajni Agent Izzy < DELUXE >

"The… the old library," he stammered.

"Why would I do that?"

Izzy adjusted her scarf. In this light, she looked like a weary journalist. A flicker of movement reflected in her spoon. Two men, eastern European build, ill-fitting suits. They’d been following her for three blocks. tajni agent izzy

She bit into the chocolate. Another mission over. But somewhere in Vienna, a locked briefcase awaited. And Tajni agent Izzy was already planning her next disappearing act. "The… the old library," he stammered

"Where's the rook?" she whispered. Not the chess piece—the meeting point. "The… the old library

She gazed at the rain-soaked city lights below. "That the real chess move isn't capturing the piece. It's convincing your opponent to hand you the board."