Am I seeing ghosts, or is my mind playing twisted games on me? Either way, Leah Nelson shouldn't be alive. When a cry for help takes me deep into the sea, I see someone who looks all too familiar. But it can't be her; how can it be? I thought she was dead, everyone did, but here she is… well, a grown-up, gorgeous version of her. Blurting out, "I thought your father offed you when you were thirteen?" is not the best ice breaker, now is it? Then I see her again, and I can feel myself getting pulled to her with every fiber of my being. But she's tentative, hiding behind a huge brick wall and my soon-to-be ally in the ruthless landscape of Iran. One thing's for sure, neither of us can afford any distractions. …especially with what's about to unfold.