Mistaken Identity

My instincts tell me she's innocent. The evidence says otherwise.

HANNAH
Even in my worst nightmares, I never would've imagined being arrested by the FBI. And for transporting heroin from Mexico to the U.S., no less? I've never touched the stuff or left the country. This must all be some egregious mistake.

Yet when photographs show someone resembling me committing that precise act—and my DNA even winds up at the scene—I'm even more terrified. I didn't do it, but there's no way I can prove it. Who'll believe me now?

IAN
I've been a sheriff's deputy for years, and I know better than most how often criminals lie. But something about this case feels off to me.

On instinct alone, I decide to remove Hannah from the FBI field office, even though it's the riskiest move I've ever made. Our lives are in jeopardy, so I secret her away to my cabin in the snowy woods. I've done this to protect her, but now, I see her in a different light. A passion I never anticipated boils up between us, making the stakes even higher.

How will I untangle this complex web and vindicate Hannah before we both end up in someone's crosshairs?