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Eva finally picked up the photo. Her hand was steady, but her pulse was not.

The bulb went out.

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:

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

“You didn’t come back to help me,” Eva said slowly.

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“No,” he agreed. “I came back because the first two interrogations were just practice. This one?” Eva finally picked up the photo

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

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

A shadow moved beyond the doorway.

He stood up, cracked his neck, and for the first time, genuine fear flickered behind his eyes.

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