By Faye Kellerman
A first-year rookie with the LAPD's Hollywood department, Cynthia Decker grew to become a cop opposed to her father's needs. yet police paintings is in her blood, and she's made up our minds to make it on her personal, with no Peter Decker's support. even though her time in uniform has been short, her instincts for probability are already razor sharplike the electrical tingle that's telling her whatever is particularly incorrect . . . correct now.
It starts off with a nagging feel that she is being watched, that little issues are being moved round in her condo. the sensation of dread escalates while she reveals that a few own results were crudely destroyed. yet it is a harrowing journey down a gloomy canyon street that substantiates Cindy's worst worry: For a few unknown cause anyone fiendishly relentless-someone with decidedly evil intentions-is stalking her.
Cindy is fiercely self sustaining, and her obdurate delight won't permit her to divulge heart's contents to her father-nor can she search the suggestions and suggestion of her stepmother, Rina. And as Decker's personal research right into a rather heinous string of carjackings extra isolates him from his daughter's problems, Cindy covertly starts to probe her own lives for the identification of the person that wishes her anxious, harmed . . . or useless. As her stalker grows bolder and extra devious, Cindy reveals her strategies constrained, her acquaintances and co-workers off-bounds-as the well-concealed rages and darkish secrets and techniques of these surrounding her slowly come to mild and threaten to drag a nightmare out of the shadows and in for the kill.