"Why would I do that?"
The Collector’s face drained of color. For a long moment, neither moved. Then he laughed—a dry, defeated sound. "They say you’re a ghost. A whisper in a crowded room."
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
"I prefer 'strategic listener,'" Izzy said, cuffing him with a polymer zip-tie. "Now, about that pawn…"
"Where's the rook?" she whispered. Not the chess piece—the meeting point. "Why would I do that
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Amateurs , she thought.
"Thank you." She vanished into the downpour, leaving the two men clutching at rain.
"And what do you actually know?"