Carly wasn’t ready to deal with betrayal when it came. And there was no one there to offer a hand to help her get back up. Her ex used that weakness to convince the judge that she was an unfit mother. It wasn’t all about child support. It was malice, pure and simple. One part of her however, didn’t fracture. The one that wore a badge and swore to protect citizens of Chicago from all perils, foreign and domestic.
A killer is leaving a trail of bodies all over Chicago. It’s obvious he’s searching for someone. The victims share no similarities. No age, no gender, no race or religion; no economic status . . . it’s impossible for the police to come up with a profile—of the victim or the killer. The only question that hangs in the air is: Who is that right victim?