"The… the old library," he stammered.
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.
"Why would I do that?"
"Where's the rook?" she whispered. Not the chess piece—the meeting point.
He smiled and tossed the rook into the air. She didn't flinch. She let it fall, roll across the floor, and stop at her feet. Then she kicked it back. tajni agent izzy
"Because your sniper on the balcony? He's asleep. My tranquilizer darts have chamomile extract. Very calming." She tilted her head. "And the chip you're holding? A decoy. The real one is inside the pawn you pawned off to your mistress last night."
Amateurs , she thought.
Her mission, should she choose to accept it (she already had), was to retrieve a stolen memory chip hidden inside a cursed, antique chess piece. The piece was about to change hands between a corrupt Interpol liaison and a Balkan arms dealer known as "The Collector."