She hung up the phone and stared at the open file on the tiny desk in the cramped studio apartment that even the mosquitoes avoided. After three months of working in the sweltering heat of a South Carolina warehouse, Special Agent Mary Hatchert had to report to the Colonel that her cover was blown. When Mary Hatchert joined the army five years ago, she never imagined that she would be a special agent whose duty assignments would entail catching the...