When Chloe Davis was 12 years old, her father was arrested for the murder of six local girls. Since then her life has been a constant struggle to carry on with that darkness hanging over her and the rest of her family. Her mother's attempted suicide left her uncommunicative and left Chloe and her brother, Cooper, with no one but each other. But now Chloe is a psychologist with her own practice and she's planning her wedding to Daniel, the man of her dreams. Things are going well until two more young girls are found dead and there are startling similarities to the crimes committed by her father twenty years ago. Or is Chloe the only one who sees it? I had a hard time slogging through the first half of this book. There was nothing really going on but Chloe wallowing in despair and self-medicating. The action finally picked up in the second half, but the whole idea felt trite and overdone. Willingham tried to throw in a couple red herrings but anybody who has read more than a couple of these knew who the killer was long before Chloe did.