Special Agent Eva Rostova sat in one chair. Across from her sat a man who had died twice before.
“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
He pulled out a second item from his coat: a brass key with a skull etched into the bow. Special Agent Eva Rostova sat in one chair
A shadow moved beyond the doorway.