GAMEHe wrote a spy novel. She wanted to live one. They accepted the game. A game with no board, no rules, and no way out. They staged a mission. Maybe. Maybe not. What began as a game between a burned out writer and a woman on the edge of collapse quickly spiraledinto a VHS tape, into letters, into cities, into skin, into silence. Cdiz, Tangier, Venice, Scopello: each place a trap, each letter a code, each touch a possible betrayal. Between fiction and