She lands. She watches. She chooses. She leaves.
Mara Sutton is twenty-eight, a flight attendant on long-haul international routes. She owns one carry-on. Nothing in her apartment is hers. Her passport says she is someone she is not, and the woman she used to be has been missing for eleven years.
Every job starts the same way: a city, a name, months of preparation. She arrives, she watches, and four days later she leaves. No trace. No questions. No one who knew her is looking.
Porto is the fifth city. Klaus Bauer is the fifth name.
But this time there is a man at the edge of the room who has the particular stillness of someone running the same calculations she is. A note appears under her hotel door. And a name surfaces—one that was supposed to be buried—that changes everything that comes after Porto.
