Published: 03/09/24 At that moment, I didn't think about my life hanging by a thread. After two years of helping the agency investigate cases, sitting in interrogation rooms with criminals, and being trained to handle a gun since childhood, I wasn't afraid of dying. But it felt scary to meet his gaze, not because it was full of anger but because behind it, I could see another emotion that might second-guess dying- his promising gaze.