rything to me – kind, l
y our love and the little silver l
ved with no subjec
e that shattered my reality: a woman, expl
were vile. But the locket... It was hers.
at he found was worse: photos of my wif
rah, the kind-hearted woman I married, seem
er? How could th
he man at a deserted wareho
complex and dangerous than I ever imagined: a years-long undercover oper