Publisher's Synopsis
"The Vigilante" was my case. He killed killers. Rapists. Drug-dealing scum. All the ugly crumbs that fell through the cracks of willfully blind justice. I spent five years hunting him until I realized I didn't really want to catch him. So I walked away-from the case, from my failure, from my big-city life in Detroit to start over with my husband in Merryn, Kansas. My devils came with me. Bodies matching his M.O. were found in a cold storage unit wrapped up in macabre tribute-each victim with some tie to me. He won't let me go, won't let me run. There's part of me that doesn't want him to. It's the same part that wonders if his way might be the only way. At least as far as my husband is concerned. I found Jacob's Altoids tin in our fire pit-it was full of human teeth. Trophies from the women he raped. He's a special investigator for the KBI, assigned to the task force that's supposed to be hunting this master predator. He'll never be caught unless someone takes matters into their own hands. When he's sleeping soundly, so trusting next to me in the dark, I tell myself I'm a good cop. I'm no Vigilante. But I've been wrong before.
