Under Her Skin: The Maple Tree Pact

My best friend went missing while working deep undercover abroad. I begged Director Miller to send me in as her backup.

When I finally tracked her down at a remote reservoir, she had been tortured past the point of recognition. But thank God, she never broke. She kept her mouth shut, saved her own identity, and barely clung to life.

For the next few years, the two of us played our parts flawlessly. We became the mistresses of two different high-ranking lieutenants in the cartel. Working in perfect, silent sync, we clawed our way closer and closer to the inner circle.