My teaching career ended and my fiancé walkedout. I survived-and learned to lip-read. I grewvery good at it. Maybe too good. So here I am,two years later, starting my new life as a coldcasefile clerk turned undercover agent forthe police.My task: Infiltrate the mansion of a ruthlesscrime boss and read his deadly plans off hislips. My contact to the outside world: DetectiveSteven Barlow, a tough cop who's convincedI'm on a suicide mission. And in a way, he'sright-because if I'm caught, I'll be deadwithout ever hearing the bad guys coming.…
