Brooke Yeager didnít have an ideal childhood. When she was only eight years old, her father died of cancer. Not too long afterwards, her mother remarried Zachary Tavell, a man completely different from her first husband. When Brooke was eleven she found her mother murdered, and her stepfather standing over her with a bloody knife. With her testimony, he was sent to prison.
Itís been fifteen years, and Brooke works as a realtor. Sheís out one evening with Mia, a young woman who works in her office, and who looks strikingly like herself. As they are preparing to leave after a prospective client is a no-show, shots rings out and Mia is killed. In shock, Brooke stumbles away from the scene and walks around until finally coming to a home she remembers from her youth. Sam Lockhart, the man who lives there, is the police detective who helped put her stepfather in prison. Now heís retired and suffering from Alzheimers and itís his son Vincent, a true crime writer visiting from Califonia, who ends up taking her to the hospital to be checked out.
Brooke learns that Tavell has escaped from prison and accepts Samís offer to stay at his home, rather than alone in her apartment. But sheís not safe from harm there, and decides she rather be alone than to put anyone else at risk. Her best friend Stacy lives right across the hall, with her police detective husband. Although Vincent wasnít even sure at first if he liked Brooke, he soon begins spending more and more time with her, trying to help get her mind off her worries. But as more and more bodies start to turn up, Brooke feels increasingly guilty, blaming herself for their murders.
While still an enjoyable story, I felt this book was missing something. In this authorís previous books I always felt on edge, never sure who the killer is, but this book seemed much less suspenseful to me. But, while some of her earlier books were strictly suspense, this story has a stronger romantic plot.