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“You have a hotel room? In your name? Is that where they found you? Do you have any money? What ID were you using? Have you been in touch with Alex?” “Um, let me think . . . Amnesia. Amnesia. Amnesia. Four euros. Amnesia. And . . . amnesia. Any other questions?”
The SASS
The key card. The euros. The tissue and the lip balm.
Igor, in the embassy, with the lip balm.
“Well, I have amnesia, which means nothing is familiar. So—” She gave him a double thumbs-up and wished it were a different finger.
“For the record, if I’m allergic to shellfish, and this kills me? It was how I wanted to go.”
“No nibbling. There’s no nibbling in covert operations!”
“If that ever happens . . . if it’s ever you or them and I’m not there . . . Then you need to promise me, Zoe. Don’t wound. Kill.”
“Don’t you know? Sometimes villains make the best heroes.”
“You save me. And I save you. We’re a mutual saving society,”
Like he was overreacting. Him. The man who (not to belabor the point) had killed an assassin with a negligee!
