He slid a folded photograph across the table. Eva didn’t touch it. She already knew what it showed: a satellite image of a research facility buried under the Greenland ice sheet. Code name: Nightingale Floor .
His name was Viktor Korsakov. Officially, he was a ghost. Unofficially, he was the only living link to a dead drop network that had already killed seventeen field agents. Eva had broken him in Deadly Interrogation —using his own daughter’s heartbeat as a timer. She had shattered him again in Deadly Interrogation 2 —by letting him escape, only to realize his own organization had erased his existence. deadly interrogation 3
“No,” he agreed. “I came back because the first two interrogations were just practice. This one?” He slid a folded photograph across the table
He tapped the photo. “Forty-eight hours ago, the Nightingale Floor went silent. Inside? A dozen scientists. And one of them—one of them—is Asset Zero. A ghost even I don’t know. If they wake up, they won’t steal secrets. They’ll end cities.” Code name: Nightingale Floor
“So why are you here?” Eva asked.