The petite beauty with the facial bruises looked at Zama. "I-I have nowhere to go. Vietnam will not accept me back as I worked for a foreign intelligence agency. I will be jailed or executed if I return. The CIA has disowned me. I have nothing to show for the work I did for them, and I have no future."

Zama gathered her into her arms.

Liliya looked at the woman and back toward the customs and immigration area. "Why did they release you if you have no paperwork?"

"They did not release me. I escaped as they don't see me," Moon muttered against the plush comfort of Zama's chest....