Fifteen years ago, Casey Collins’s Polish lover was murdered and she lost heart for the war against terror.
After 9/11, the State Department intelligence analyst knew she’d also lost her touch.
Now, she works in tiny US embassies far from Washington, doing routine admin work that numbs her.
The highlight of her day is happy hour. Nothing gets between her and her five o’clock gin and tonic.
Except the ancient spymaster limping into the American Club of Dhaka, waving his cane in her face, and telling her that her godson is falling into a Chinese honey trap.
Casey’s made it clear that she won’t try again to save the world.
But she’s loved Woody Hinton from the moment he came into the world thirty years ago.
She can’t deny she’s the right woman for the job.
Woody’s ruining his life in exactly the same way she ruined hers.
Attempting to save him would open a new chapter in her story.
Before it ends, she might rescue herself.
Fifteen years ago, Casey Collins’s Polish lover was murdered and she lost heart for the war against terror.
After 9/11, the State Department intelligence analyst knew she’d also lost her touch.
Now, she works in tiny US embassies far from Washington, doing routine admin work that numbs her.
The highlight of her day is happy hour. Nothing gets between her and her five o’clock gin and tonic.
Except the ancient spymaster limping into the American Club of Dhaka, waving his cane in her face, and telling her that her godson is falling into a Chinese honey trap.
Casey’s made it clear that she won’t try again to save the world.
But she’s loved Woody Hinton from the moment he came into the world thirty years ago.
She can’t deny she’s the right woman for the job.
Woody’s ruining his life in exactly the same way she ruined hers.
Attempting to save him would open a new chapter in her story.
Before it ends, she might rescue herself.