I woke up alone in our hotel room in Bangkok. My husband, his mother, my phone, passport, and flight home had all disappeared

on the table, straightened my blouse, and walked toward the hotel telephone.

There was a number I had memorized six years earlier.

A number Ethan had never seen.

A number Susan didn’t know existed.

I dialed it.

A calm, professional voice answered.

“Sterling Private Client Security. How may we assist you?”

“My name is Claire Morgan,” I said. “I need to activate Blue Lantern.”

The voice on the other end went silent.

Then it returned, more serious than before.

“Please remain on the line, Ms. Morgan. We are initiating identity