Fake spouse, fake kid, real mission — and everyone at the dinner table is lying. It's kind of nice.
You're a top spy, and your new mission is to infiltrate the most terrifying Homeowners' Association on
the coast and find stolen satellite codes hidden in a bake-off. You'll need a family, and you have forty-eight hours
to build one.
So you marry your landlady — a deadpan cactus enthusiast who is suspiciously good with knives — and borrow a
nine-year-old in a yellow raincoat who can hear every lie anyone thinks. Everybody at the dinner table is lying, and
the kid thinks it's the best thing that's ever happened to her.
