The body of the young woman left near my remote cabin looks like my murdered daughter. Even the mark carved in her chest is the same – the same scar carved into my own chest. He left her for me to discover – a grisly gift.
For two years, I’ve survived alone, hiding to protect myself from the grief of losing my family to the serial killer I hunted as a detective. The ghosts of my dead family keep me company, visiting nightly, keeping me sane – or maybe not.
The dead girl in my woods is not a ghost. She’s as real as her blood on the snow and obviously killed by the same man that butchered my family.
But that man has been dead for two years.
Who – or what – hunts me now?
Can I find the courage, the faith and the sanity to conquer him again?