Katharine Lawrence remembers the vicious burglars who shot her best friend, the terror she felt the night she nearly died.
But there are things she doesn’t remember at all. Like her lover’s voice on the phone. Like her clothes in her luxurious Washington townhouse. Like the face in her mirror. Everything in her life feels utterly wrong, as if the trauma has given her some kind of amnesia.
What she does know is that she is the special assistant to the head of the CIA, and she’s lucky to be alive. She also knows that she can trust no one.