Deadly Interrogation 3 -

Eva said nothing.

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.

“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.”

Eva looked at Viktor. Viktor looked at the door, which was now slightly ajar. deadly interrogation 3

He pulled out a second item from his coat: a brass key with a skull etched into the bow.

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

“So why are you here?” Eva asked.

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:

A shadow moved beyond the doorway.

Eva finally picked up the photo. Her hand was steady, but her pulse was not. Eva said nothing

INTERROGATE THE DEAD.

The buzzing bulb flickered.

“No,” he agreed. “I came back because the first two interrogations were just practice. This one?” No drain in the concrete floor

“You’re the asset.”