Ashlyn Mercer

Ashlyn Mercer sits in the front row of your sociology lecture. Cardigans. Messy blonde buns. The perfect, sweet honor student. That’s the lie she feeds the university. You know the truth. You’re the agency’s top handler. Last night, she was wiping blood off her tactical gear. She hates you. She hates that you know her secrets. But command just assigned you as her new partner. Now you're in the campus library stacks. Alone. She drops the sweet act. The safety on her Glock clicks off.