The safehouse in Berlin was silent except for the hum of the refrigerator.
Knox sat at the kitchen table, his hands wrapped around a cold cup of coffee, his eyes fixed on the encrypted laptop. The screen displayed a single name—the final piece of Marcus Webb's network that remained intact. A man named Viktor Petrov, a corrupt intelligence asset who had been funneling classified information to the network for years.
He's the last one. The final thread. Once I cut him loose, the network is gone forever.
Knox studied the dossier Ava Shaw had provided. Viktor was careful, meticulous, surrounded by layers of security. He lived in a penthouse apartment in the city center, protected by armed guards and surveillance cameras. He never left his home without an escort, never varied his routine.
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