The holding facility was a converted warehouse on the outskirts of Brussels, its walls reinforced, its security extensive. Rook stood in the observation room, his eyes fixed on the one-way mirror that looked into the interrogation cell below.
Kravchenko sat at a metal table, his hands cuffed in front of him, his expression flat and unreadable. He'd been in custody for three days, and he hadn't spoken a word to anyone.
Irina moved up beside him, her voice low and careful. "He's not going to break easily."
Rook was quiet for a moment, his eyes still fixed on the mirror. "I know. But he's going to break."
Irina's eyes met his, something shifting in her expression. "You're going to interrogate him yourself."
"I'm going to do what's necessary." Rook's voice was flat, unreadable. "He's the
