How far
would you go to bring your twin’s killer to justice?
No one notices when Brianna Denton goes missing every
weekend. With no immediate family or close friends left, being alone is
something with which she has become well-acquainted, but when her sister is
murdered, she finds herself on a lone mission to identify the killer.
According to the authorities, ‘no body, no case.’ Brianna’s
quest to find her sister’s murderer despite the police department’s refusal to
help, draws her into a life of drugs, alcohol, and prostitution—the very elements that led
her twin to the shadows and rat holes of the
underbelly of North Beach.
Drawn into the dark underground society to face Tatianna’s
killer, Brianna is about to come face-to-face with her own shocking destiny. As
she unearths long-buried secrets, the tight edge of reality comes to light,
challenging her tenuous grip on life as she knows it. Finding the answers she
seeks could lead her to an even darker place.
She lost sight of her purpose as
she fell, tumbled—out of control—into the depths of her own personal Hell.
There would be no sleep tonight, restless or otherwise. Brianna stepped out
onto the fire escape. Tabby curled around her feet as usual while she sat,
gazing and thinking back to her arrival in the city. It seemed so long ago now.
So much had happened.
She remembered feeling compelled
to come down from grad school. When she came to the city, she came to bury her
sister. Images of her sister’s face flashed before her, scarred and bloody, a
reminder of her mission, her purpose. When she arrived at the apartment, the
first thing she did was shower and taxi to the hospital to make arrangements
for her sister, but no one knew anything about her twin, nothing about Tatianna
Denton.
Admitting had no records. Nothing
in the ER. The ambulance service knew nothing. She had checked everywhere,
unable to shake a strange feeling of déjà vu. Tatianna hadn’t been dropped at
the doors to the ER, so where was she? She had no doubt her sister had been
killed. She felt it, a deep hollow inside her, and yet there was no body. Even
now, no body had been found, and Brianna was starting to believe it never
would. Horror movies were too often based on true stories, and the ways to get
rid of bodies were endless.
She
remembered feeling exhausted. She had raced down from Davis, scared, panicked,
three o’clock in the morning so anything could have been truth, she’d thought
at the time, but there was one thing she knew for sure, even then – she would
have to come to terms with her sister’s death, and the only way to find closure
was to find her killer and make him pay.
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