Plus, while either a headache or the smell of blood was not uncommon in her life, the two together were setting off alarm bells in her mind.
She never slept late, and she never took naps. The red numbers announced that it was 2:00 p.m. The nightstand, holding the usual nightstand accessories of lamp, an untidy stack of books, and an alarm clock. Her rumpled covers and pillows, she decided. She opened her eyes a slit, just enough to see. On top of the covers, or at least not covered up.
She was on her stomach and probably on a bed, she thought. Instinct and training made her lie perfectly still, eyes closed, until she was reasonably sure she was fully awake. Her pounding head, and the smell of blood. "synopsis" may belong to another edition of this title.Įven before she opened her eyes, Riley Crane was aware of two things. This time evil isn’t just closer than she thinks-it’s already there. For what Riley can’t remember is more than enough to cost her her life. But one of these four men knows exactly what’s going on in this coastal community, and that’s knowledge Riley desperately needs. Both her old retired army buddy Gordon Skinner and Sheriff Jake Ballard believe she can catch a vicious killer. And a bizarre murder is only the first jarring reminder of how high the stakes really are.īishop wants Riley off the case.
Worse yet, with SCU resources stretched thinner than ever before, Riley is alone and without backup, feeling her way through a deadly game of blindman’s buff, where no one around her is quite who or what they seem. Now she’s awoken to discover that she’s got a sexy new man in her life and an unreliable memory, and that the clairvoyant abilities she’s always depended on to protect her are MIA. The SCU’s expert on the occult, she’d been sent to the beachfront cottage on Opal Island by her enigmatic chief, Noah Bishop, to investigate reports of dangerous occult activity.īut that was three weeks ago. In fact, she barely remembered the previous three weeks.Īn ex-army officer, now a federal agent assigned to the Special Crimes Unit, Riley was a chameleon-a clairvoyant who could blend in with her surroundings, be anyone or anything she chose to be. Even more frightening, she didn’t remember what happened the night before. Riley Crane woke up fully dressed, a gun under her pillow, and covered in blood.
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