Born into a world of wealth and security, Elizabeth Leighton had nothing but the clothes on her back when she ran for her life from the seedy Three Bells Pub that Sunday morning. Taking stock of what she had and what she needed would take very little time. She had youth, beauty and intelligence but that would hardly make up for her sudden loss of home and occupation. Her purse contained only a few pennies and the calling card of a man with a vaguely familiar name and mysterious employment offer.