Love is a special thing for each of us. And for each of us, unique. |
For Sully Torrance, love was a woman named Francine-his wife, and the center and the locus of his soul.
Till the day a deranged killer named Martin Lansing stole Frannie's life in an orgy of sadistic terror that left the woman dead in pieces, her blood covering the walls of their bedroom.
For Carla Cohen, love is family and heritage-her dead sister, Francine; her brother-in-law, Sully, who helped raise her after her parents died in a tragic accident. And perhaps as much, for Carla, love is a thirst for revenge on the killer who stole her sister and turned Carla's own life into a hellish nightmare.
And for a deranged serial killer like Martin Lansing? For him, love is a woman named Carla Cohen-a woman who wants to kill him.
A woman he wants to kill.