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Bailey Burke, reluctant spiritual medium, escapes the frozen winter with her boyfriend, Detective Jake Marner, and heads south. But in a city like Key West, murder and ghosts don’t take a vacation. A romantic sunset cruise turns not-so-romantic when a body floats by, followed by an abandoned yacht—the passengers missing. So much for searching for her lost shaker of salt. Instead she’s tracking down a killer who has left no clues. With ghosts harassing her at every turn, can Bailey solve the mystery of the floater and get back to sipping a piña colada and soaking up the sun?

Spring has sprung in Cleveland and home stager (and lousy spiritual medium) Bailey Burke is facing all kinds of major life changes. Both her grandmother and her boyfriend Jake Marner have moved in with her, she is contemplating a career change, and Marner’s mother needs her help planning a thirtieth birthday party for him. Party plans include dance lessons for Bailey and Jake. Which would be fun, except their instructor appears to have tangoed with the wrong partner. She’s found dead on the dance floor, a butchered ballroom teacher with multiple stab wounds.

When the bitterly cold days of January descend on Cleveland, Bailey Burke finds her “Put It Where?” home staging business is as frozen as her toes. The only bright spot is the return of her friend Ryan after his, ahem, eviction from heaven. Especially since no other dead people seem to be harassing her in recent weeks. Yet when her grandmother’s bingo buddy turns up frozen solid in a stranger’s back yard, Bailey is the only one who finds the death suspicious.

With funding problems a nagging issue and completely overshadowing his stay at Hathaway House, Timothy finds it hard to do anything but drive himself forward as fast and as hard as he can—even against doctor’s orders. But he wants to make the most of his time here, and knowing his stay could be rescinded at any moment is an added stress he doesn’t need.

Urban’s arrival at Hathaway House was as painful and as unexpected as possible. He’d been placed here with Lance’s help after Urban suddenly lost his spot in his current center. Still scarred and injured, Urban should be happy to have what help he could get. But for the first time, he realizes that he wants to be more than as good as he can be—for someone very special at Hathaway House. Too bad his scars are so ugly....

Agent Connelly tracks him through the streets. She searches for his identity, for the reasons behind his murders. Even he doesn't know the answers to those questions. She needs to find him, to stop him. How can she when he doesn't even know who he is. All he knows is that he loves women. As long as they're dead. He kills to forget. She hunts for her past. The Pass-A-Grille Killer is sinking bodies into the Gulf of Mexico, and it's up to her to fish them out. St. Petersburg, Florida, has a problem - one bigger than they know - and they'd better pray that Meredeth Connelly is the answer.

The Ripper kills and kills and kills again, leaving their bodies where they fall. He cuts and cuts and cuts again, not content until he's killed them all. The weight of the world is on Special Agent Meredeth Connelly's shoulders. Madness has driven the Ripper into a frenzy. He moves to the rhythm of the knife, and each night, he takes another life. He leaves her messages. She's heard them all before:

The Highwayman delivers death and destruction. Road rage is his ritual—his obsession. Always at mile marker 33. Always brutal. This might be Special Agent Meredeth Connelly's toughest case yet. His crimes span the nation's highways. His gruesome deliveries are accelerating. She's spread too thin. She needs help—but at what cost? He's got full tanks. She's riding on empty. How do you track a killer who's miles away before anyone knows he's killed again?

People around Kahin Alshaytan go missing, and everyone asks the same question: Where have they gone? He claims people come and go as they please, and the local police can't find any evidence: no blood, no signs of a struggle, no bodies.