“I suggest you focus your considerable talents and effort on finding another career path.”
From the moment those words left Agent Grant’s lips, I realized my dream of being a profiler for the F.B.I. was dead. All because I happened to come from a small town in the Midwest.
Seriously, that’s the only reason he would give me.
So I did what any sane woman with a heart full of rage and an Ivy League education would do.
Pack up what was left of my failed life and move back…
I don’t know what triggered the flags on my file, but you can sure as hell bet I will find out—even if it kills me.