The Marrakesh job was supposed to be easy—get in, steal the files, get out. Instead, I’m bleeding in a Moroccan cell, facing two options: rot here or vanish into something worse.
Dollhouse spy thriller
The Marrakesh job was supposed to be easy—get in, steal the files, get out. Instead, I’m bleeding in a Moroccan cell, facing two options: rot here or vanish into something worse.