Hello there. I'm Hedy, criminal psychologist and certified nasty woman -- forty-something, fat-assed, foul-mouthed, and still trying to figure out how to build a life for myself two years after the death of my beloved Christine.
When I woke up this morning I was living on a beach in South Texas, working with the DEA as a consulting profiler. By lunch I was in protective custody, discovering that there's a black ops unit operating out of my family's property in the Texas Hill Country. By dinner I'd agreed to profile and recruit mercenaries for this not-quite-legal enterprise. Oh, and my new best friend is a muscle-bound ex-SEAL with fangs and hair that rattles.
It's been a bit of a day.
And I'm beginning to wonder what they're not telling me.