Chapter One
It was extremely likely that she was going to die.
And with every hour that passed, her chance of making it out of this godforsaken country any
way other than inside a body bag was slipping from slim to none.
Melody Evans sat quietly in the corner of the little windowless office that had become her
prison, writing what she hoped would not be her final words in a letter to her sister.
Dear Brittany, I'm scared to death of dying....
She was terrified of the finality of a single bullet to the head. But she was even more afraid of the
other sort of death that possibly awaited her. She'd heard of the kinds of torture that were far
too prevalent in this part of the world. Torture, and other archaic, monstrous practices. God
help her if they found out she was a woman....
Melody felt her pulse kick into overdrive, and she took slow, deep breaths, trying to calm
hersel ...
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