Black File

Remus Lupin had interrogated terrorists, spies, and international arms dealers.

None of them had ever asked for better shampoo.
"Your name is Sirius Black."

"Is it?" The thief tilted his head, smiling despite the blood on his face. "Funny. I don't remember filling out a name tag."

Remus resisted the urge to bang his head against the interrogation table.

AEGIS wanted answers. The thief wanted to be difficult. Somewhere between death threats, stolen identities, and a scalpel to the throat, Remus was beginning to suspect capturing Sirius Black had been the easy part.