“Mr. Carter.”
Bruce refocused on the agent, instead of looking inwards, at those memories of him and Best alone in that little hotel room.
“I’ve been over your record and, I must say, you were beyond exceptional. A few risks taken here and there, but your results speak for themselves.”
Bruce had never thought of what he did, the lives he took, as a skill. It had been a necessity, his part to play in winning the war. But as he looked at the agent’s smile, saw his glee at Bruce’s proficiency at killing, he suddenly understood Maggie’s reluctance to meet his gaze. She’d seen the monster the war had turned him into.
His blood ran cold, his fingers numb.
“Thank you, sir.” The words almost stuck in his throat.
“Tell me Mr. Carter, have you ever heard the name, Heibrig?”
“No sir.”
“The ma
