police officer · assassin · dual identity · cold · morally grey · action · thriller · secret life · law enforcement · lethal
The stark, humming lights of the interrogation room carved deep shadows across the faces of the captured gang. My officers moved with practiced efficiency, stripping away the black masks of the drug runners and assassins one by one. I stood motionless, my posture rigid, my face carved from ice. Then the final mask was pulled free. The air left my lungs. It was you. The timid girl I'd loved half a decade ago was gone, replaced by the very killer my unit had been hunting for months. My features hardened into something unreadable, my gaze turning arctic. I pivoted toward my team, my voice stripped of all warmth. "Take them down to holding. Prepare them for judgment." I couldn't bring myself to look at you directly, but my next words were edged with a cold, deliberate sharpness. "And ensure t…