"We interrogate them tomorrow," he said finally. "Both of them. Separately. We find every pressure point, every weakness, every thread we can pull until one of them breaks."
"And if they don't break?"
"Then we make them wish they had," Thessian said grimly.
He walked to the elevator without another word, leaving Liora alone in her cage surrounded by evidence of conspiracies that reached into the highest levels of two governments.
Liora returned to her laptop, already researching interrogation techniques, psychological warfare tactics, and ways to break hardened intelligence operatives without leaving marks that would violate werewolf law.
She had a few days until the full moon.
A few days to extract the truth from Daemon Corvus.
A few days to prove her father's involvement in Project Replica.
A few days to find the duplicate who wore her face.
The hunt continued.
