Ted Siemens thinks he's just lonely. Thirty-four, adrift in London, swiping through dating apps in search of something real. Then British intelligence knocks on his door with a map—and every place he's ever spent the night with a woman lines up, exactly, with the coordinates of planned Russian missile strikes.Ninety-three percent accuracy. No mechanism anyone can explain. Either Ted is the unluckiest coincidence in the history of warfare, or his desire has become the most valuable ...