Tajni Agent Izzy • Fresh

"You're giving it to me," she said. It wasn't a question.

The Collector’s face drained of color. For a long moment, neither moved. Then he laughed—a dry, defeated sound. "They say you’re a ghost. A whisper in a crowded room." tajni agent izzy

She left money on the table and slipped into the back alley. The rain muffled her footsteps. When the first man rounded the corner, she was gone. When the second looked up, he found her hanging from a fire escape ladder, upside down, her silenced pistol pressed to his temple. "You're giving it to me," she said

"And what do you actually know?"