Charlotte Dodd is a blond, pint-sized office worker who loves movies, her boyfriend, and wearing her Birkenstocks.
She thinks she might be a spy.
What other reason is there for Charlotte being able to best two thugs with only a rolled up magazine? Or shoot out the window of a speeding car? Or drive her car off a pier into the lake without a scratch, other than cold feet? Why else would the group in the fancy, futuristic private plane know exactly who she is? They say they work for the NIIA, a covert Canadian spy organization.
And they say she does too. There’s her picture on a screen, and a list of missions she’s been involved with—infiltrating a North Korean prison, blowing up a laboratory in Mexico City, along with the only evidence of a biological weapon . . . jumping out of a plane when she’s afraid of heights?
As unbelievable as it seems, it explains the dreams she’s been having. But does it explain the butterflies in her stomach when she’s around Hamilton Short?
If Charlotte is a spy, her first mission is going to be to find out what’s happened to her.