"Death doesn't void a promise." After a boat explosion in the San Francisco Bay with only one occupant on board, April Thompson emerged from the water seeing the flames and smoke as the bay claims the sinking ship and her old identity. Now she is free to hunt the one person who wants her dead for the secrets she knows. April wished she were looking through the scope of the gun rather than her telephoto lens, but if she had a gun, she would probably pull the trigger. That sort of death was too merciful for him. She wanted his death to be a long and painful road. She wanted him to be humiliated in front of his peers as he made her feel while working for the NSA. She wanted him to feel the fear of wondering if someone was stalking him and at any minute would kill him. She wanted so much for him, and none of it was good.