Pamela finds herself in a spine tingling maze of mystery and suspense after almost being killed by the person who murdered her husband.

There was a light mist in the air suddenly a car came up behind. Becky, she knew should have listened to Darnell and let him drive her. Whoever killed Royce is now after her, has he found her, he wants her dead, she knew she was going to die like Royce? Before she dies, she wants to know why__why is this happening to her, why had they killed Royce. As she sped down the road trying to escape, her car was racing out of control it crashed through a gated fence and onto a lawn. This was total insanity; she tried to turn the wheel into the skid, but she couldn't, she lost control. Her body flung forward, then back as the car hit a tree. Raising her hands in front of her face trying to protect it from flying glass as she flung forward again, about to hit the steering wheel, the airbag deployed, like a cork from a champagne bottle, it slammed hard against her hands causing them to smash into her face. She slammed backward her head hitting the headrest. The airbag released a choking cloud of powder, filling the car's interior. The pain was sharp, and biting, she tried to hold her breath to avoid breathing in the residue from the powder. The pain seared through her, vertigo and dizziness spun all around, fear twisted her thoughts; she was losing consciousness falling deeper into a blackness that she couldn't control. Off in the distance she could hear voices; they were coming for her...Oh, God no...

George was doing his best to be as quiet as possible when he heard the sound of footsteps coming closer, then he heard something else ...breathing, then movement somewhere near him. The noise was maybe six to ten feet away to his left. He twisted himself between two large trash dumpster pushing himself tighter against the wall and waited. He was afraid to breathe hoping they would not spot him. Somewhere between him and the dumpster, a shadow moved the sound only a few inches away, his blood begun to rush through him. Scared shitless, George, pushed himself back against the wall into the shadows as close to the wall as he could. An involuntary cry almost inhuman sound came from him. Tressa stomped across the floor like a raging bull, her anger projected at who ever was calling her, following her and threatening her very existence. Could her reoccurring dream have anything to do with this freak who is tormenting her? All she knows is that the first time she encounters him. She intends to put a bullet in his brain.

Detective Hepburn thought he was on track and had gathered all of the right evidence until the killer changed the game. He raised the stakes by killing one of his own. As the body count started to climb, Detective Hepburn discovers the secret of the killer's identity and his twisted past that shocks the city and paralyzes the justice system. For those whose dark secrets run deep into the highest and most powerful levels of the city, justice is truly blind.