After saving her three-year-old daughter from a car-jacking, off-duty police detective Jocelyn Rush ends up in the ER. The last person she expects to run into is Anita Grant, former prostitute and an old acquaintance from Jocelyn’s days on patrol. In spite of her obvious injuries—mutilated hands and feet—Anita refuses to talk about what happened. Reluctantly, Jocelyn backs off, and Anita’s case goes to Philadelphia’s Special Victims Unit.
Before long, Jocelyn is pulled into the SVU’s investigation. Anita is finally ready to talk, but only to Jocelyn. Her story is harrowing, even to a seasoned veteran like Jocelyn. Working with SVU, Jocelyn’s investigation unearths a series of similar crimes going back four years. Three men are preying on local prostitutes, viciously assaulting and mutilating them.
The police apprehend two of the suspects, but the third eludes capture. As the hunt for the most sadistic of the three intensifies, and his crimes escalate, Jocelyn and her colleagues have precious few leads. Then a monster from Jocelyn’s past resurfaces. She doesn’t want to be reminded of the terrible secret that destroyed her family nearly twenty years earlier, but the man offers her a lead that could crack Anita’s case.
To solve it, Jocelyn must connect her past with her present—before a sadistic attacker sets his sights on her.
Excerpt:
Jocelyn 
glanced at the house. The screen door was cracked just a little; and 
there was a flash of a plastic, yellow Shop Rite bag peeking out. She 
peered back at Olivia and paused a long moment to see if Olivia would 
wake up now that the car had stopped moving. But the snoring continued 
unabated. Jocelyn turned away from Olivia, catching her own smile in the
 rearview mirror. Just looking at Olivia made her grin. Most of the 
time, she didn’t realize she was doing it. It amazed her that this tiny 
person could be such a powerhouse of joy.
Unless she doesn’t have her blanket, Jocelyn thought wryly.
Jocelyn took a quick look 
up and down the street, gauging how long it would take her to sprint to 
Martina’s door and back. It shouldn’t take more than ten seconds. As a 
rule, she never left Olivia alone in the car—not even when she was 
paying for gas—but the door was only twenty feet away. It would be 
faster to run for it than to unfasten Olivia’s seat belt and carry her 
to and fro.
Jocelyn slipped her seat 
belt off and got out, closing the door softly behind her. She sprinted 
up the steps and snatched the bag from between the doors. As she turned 
back to her car, she saw the figure, just a blur in her periphery. Then 
her Ford Explorer drove off down Chew Avenue with Olivia in the back 
seat.
Jocelyn leapt off the steps and ran into the street.
“Olivia!” she screamed.
She had never run so fast, 
and was only vaguely aware of the other cars whizzing past, beeping and 
swerving to avoid her, expletives rolling out of the mouths of passing 
motorists. The Explorer made the first right onto North 21st 
Street and Jocelyn followed, arms and legs pumping, feet slapping the 
pavement, her heartbeat thundering in her ears. She reached for her gun 
but quickly remembered she didn’t have it. It was her day off.
“Dammit.”
She was losing ground as the Explorer turned right onto Conlyn and out of her sight.
“Olivia!”
 Every muscle in her body 
strained and screamed, her lungs burning. She turned the corner and 
almost wept with relief. The Explorer was stopped behind someone who had
 double-parked in the middle of the street. There wasn’t enough room for
 it to pass. The other car’s blinkers were on, the driver nowhere to be 
seen. For once, Philadelphia’s narrow side streets were a blessing 
instead of a curse.
Every muscle in her body 
strained and screamed, her lungs burning. She turned the corner and 
almost wept with relief. The Explorer was stopped behind someone who had
 double-parked in the middle of the street. There wasn’t enough room for
 it to pass. The other car’s blinkers were on, the driver nowhere to be 
seen. For once, Philadelphia’s narrow side streets were a blessing 
instead of a curse.
Breathing heavily, Jocelyn 
approached the Explorer from the drivers’ side and opened the door. She 
didn’t look; instead she grabbed and grabbed until she had a handful of 
clothing. She pulled a skinny, punk kid—maybe nineteen or twenty—out of 
the car by his collar.
His face was pimpled with a
 patchy five o’clock shadow. His white-blond hair was greasy, a shock of
 it falling across his coal-dark eyes as he glared at her. “Hey, what 
the hell are you—”
The whole world went 
silent. Jocelyn knew the kid was speaking, but she couldn’t hear 
anything. Her field of vision narrowed to his face. And when he met her 
eyes, for a brief, fleeting second, he looked afraid. Then Jocelyn hit 
him. She hit him again and again. He fought back, but his ineffectual 
punches glanced off her body; no match for her rage. By the time she was
 done, she had a few bruises and her right wrist throbbed, but she 
didn’t remember the particulars. She only remembered hitting him until 
he lay at her feet, unmoving. Her vehicle had rolled forward a few feet,
 bumping the rear of the car that was double-parked. A few people had 
come out of their homes. They stood on the pavement and on porches, 
staring open-mouthed.
Jocelyn’s hearing returned 
slowly. Her labored breath was deafening. She left the kid on the ground
 and pulled open the back door of the Explorer. There sat Olivia in her 
car seat, face flushed with sleep. Her little round face was relaxed, 
her mouth open. A strand of brown hair stuck to one of her cheeks. She 
sighed softly in her sleep, one tiny hand clutching Lulu, the pink 
beanie bear that accompanied them everywhere.
“Oh God,” Jocelyn gasped. 
She put her Explorer in park and then sat in the back, weeping 
uncontrollably. She dialed 911 on her cell phone.
“911. Where’s your emergency?”
Sobbing.
“Miss? Where’s your emergency?”
“Philadelphia. I want to report a carjacking.”
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About the Author:
Lisa Regan is a suspense novelist. She has a Bachelor’s Degree in 
English and Master of Education Degree from Bloomsburg University. She 
is a member of Sisters In Crime. She lives in Philadelphia with her 
husband and daughter. Her debut novel, Finding Claire Fletcher won Best Heroine and was runner up in Best Novel in the eFestival of Words Best of the Independent eBook Awards for 2013.
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