Kendal Carter has been out in the cold for years, following an op gone wrong. She’s had good reason to lay low, as she has Rosie, her four-year-old daughter, to protect. But when their hideout is infiltrated, Kendal and Rosie are whisked back to London by Kendal’s former boss, Rico, and offered a safe house they’re not in a position to turn down. The place is well-located, beautiful, and more secure than Fort Knox. Plus, it’s in a great school zone, which any parent knows is harder to find than your child’s favourite toy when a meltdown is imminent. There’s a catch to the offer though: Rico wants Kendal to return to the spy game. He lost his best player when she went underground and the appearance of a three-foot mini-me doesn’t bother him one bit. If anything, Rosie offers the perfect cover for the job in hand, which is to infiltrate the local mom-group and gain access to one of the fathers and his work at a global tech giant suspected of being up to no good. Sounds like a piece of cake compared to the villains of her past, but the world of PTAs and playdates comes with its own web of allegiances and betrayals, and Kendal soon finds herself in way too deep . . . I, Spy is a propulsive debut thriller about the disguise that all parents wear, and the identities that hide our former lives.