“A spy?” I repeated. Three months later I was in Arizona at a remote training site.
My old life erased for my safety, replaced by drills and briefings and a fierce new purpose. Maddox still watched me—same intense look—but now I watched back.

“A spy?” I repeated. Three months later I was in Arizona at a remote training site.
My old life erased for my safety, replaced by drills and briefings and a fierce new purpose. Maddox still watched me—same intense look—but now I watched back.
One afternoon, a priest offered a ride to a nun walking along the road. As…