YOUR MOTHER-IN-LAW POISONED YOUR THANKSGIVING DINNER WHILE SMILING ACROSS THE TABLE—SHE NEVER IMAGINED YOU’D SPENT YEARS HUNTING KILLERS FOR THE FBI
A daughter-in-law no one in that room had ever fully accepted.Someone soft.Someone manageable.Someone too shocked to fight back.What Dorothea didn’t know was that before I ever became Vivienne Hartwell, before the designer dresses at fundraisers and the carefully staged family Christmas cards, I had spent years in the FBI.I had worked Behavioral Analysis.I had studied…