Division agent Katrina Foster is Black, American, and unceremoniously plopped in Sweden for her first mission – helping uncover who killed the country’s top agent. When she links the murder to a decade-old political assassination, a murderous mastermind, and a shadowy organization set on global disruption, Katrina becomes the killer’s next target. Can she rely on her wits, inner strength, and fabulous disguises to live to spy another day? ALIAS meets STEPHANIE PLUM.
Worst case of the Mondays ever.
It was barely nine in the morning and Katrina Foster had already found herself:
And unceremoniously dumped into a vehicle.
Her situation was made all the worse by the fact her day had started out so well. She had snagged the last seat on the light rail, avoided the usual long line for her daily vanilla rooibos, and managed to avoid spilling said drink while weaving her way past her fellow distracted pedestrians on the sidewalk. All in all, it had been a win of a Monday.
But then she sensed it. It began with that prickly sensation on the back of her neck. Katrina learned long ago not to avoid that feeling. She paused to sip her tea and took a surreptitious look around. She couldn’t explain why, but a tall, slender man in a navy Savile Row-looking suit caught her attention. And not because he was attractive. On the contrary, the man wore a disturbingly large mole on the right side of his forehead and suede lug-soled shoes.
Not your everyday look for someone in such an expensive suit, she thought to herself. This was in reference to the shoes, not the mole. Although.
She went another block before crossing the street and turning the corner, only to notice he mirrored her pattern.