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Seattle, USA, 1992: Corporate espionage bleeds into international intrigue when a few businessmen are found floating in the lakes around Seattle. These men once worked together in Soviet Russia, along with Natalya McAran’s business partner, Marc Kellison. But is Kellison another potential victim, or the killer? What secret did they share that got those men killed in such a precise method—very professional? SPD detectives ask the same things about her. A 'former' analyst for the KGB, Natalya McAran was an orphan of the Cold War. On the anniversary of her parents' death, another body is ...

Baku, Azerbaijan, USSR, 1974 to Seattle, USA, 1992: Natalya was only six when her parents were killed in Baku. Accident? Suicide? Assassination? A Purge was suspected, her mother was a prominent Soviet scientist. But official Soviet records went missing, it seems—and so did the girl. Her father’s relatives in America were told she was dead. Instead, the gifted child was being twisted into an asset for the KGB while most girls were still playing with dolls. There are things in her past she does not recall—perhaps by KGB design. As a young woman, when Natalya failed as a field operative...

"Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep." ~ John Milton, 'Paradise Lost.' -- Seattle, USA, 1992: After decades of Cold War, the Soviet Union has collapsed. In the chaos, Natalya (a KGB analyst) escaped on a diplomatic flight from the US Embassy in Moscow. In search of her American father's family, she now runs a high-tech firm in Seattle. They specialize in corporate security systems—she has expertise. Now disavowed by the 'former' Soviets, on the anniversary of her parents' death, a body is dumped outside her front door. Have old ...

The Event: Southern USA, mid-1980s: In the last desperate gasps of the Cold War, Sonny Leeds lost track of time and place. How did she get here? When she tries to remember, severe headaches block out most of it. Glimpses. Bits and pieces. But she has long bouts of fitful dreaming too that last so long that sometimes she wakes up days later . . . in a different place . . . and doesn’t recall a thing in between. All she has left are these odd images in her head like the flash of a camera revealing something hidden in the darkness. What she knows for sure: She had to escape the high-tech ...