Chapter 21: Hill Tells Viktor the Truth

The room Hill chose was not an interrogation room.

That was the first thing Viktor noticed when she opened the door and stood back to let him enter — that someone had made a deliberate decision about this, and that the decision was not tactically neutral. It was a conference room on sub-level three, the kind used for internal reviews rather than asset processing: a oval table in pale wood rather than laminate, four chairs instead of one and a bolted bench, a window that looked into a corridor rather than a camera array. There were two cups on the table already. Someone had provided coffee. The cups were ceramic.

Viktor sat down.