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Later, as the Agency helicopter lifted off from an abandoned factory roof, her handler’s voice crackled in her earpiece. "Nice work, Chameleon. How'd you know about the mistress?"

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

"The… the old library," he stammered.