Or maybe he’s following her.
With each murder, he sends her an elaborately staged photo of his victim, along with a clue that hints at his identity and shows off how well he knows her: A cocktail napkin from her favorite restaurant. An engagement ring that’s no longer hers. Even fingerprints of people she cares about.
As the violence escalates, Jennifer races against a ticking clock to learn the killer’s identity—an identity she must uncover not only to stop the murders, but to save herself from the same fate.