Steve Spaneas doesn't have a clue. Who'd have thought that the woman who stumbles her way into his gym, looking and acting so very much like a street person off her meds, is really a CIA case officer whose memory has been obliterated by experimental drugs used by some very bad people? And seriously, who'd have thought that her attempts to untangle the few clues she's got would lead him right into her world of spies and counterspies, death and deception--and holy cow, stockpiled nuclear weapons? But Steve had better figure out who he trusts--his years of experience on the streets, or the heart of a gritty woman determined to reclaim herself--and he'd better figure it out fast. Because suddenly there's a body out behind the gym, surveillance teams lurking, and a series of unsavory goons following the trail of a woman temporarily named Mickey right through his life.