"Sitting in my car was the worst part, just sitting, waiting, until you gather up the courage to get out of the car and stare at dead boddies, while your brain ticks over trying to find anything that would fit, trying to find out why someone, anyone could be so inhuman. To take someone's life is defiantly inhuman. I stepped out of the car only to find that the weather was as cold as it had been all of January, the bitter coldness stopped me from going outside most days, but it never stops killers from getting there way........" Vicky is an NYPD cop with a terrible past. But when a supposed serial killer starts to bring up ancient history will she be able to survive unscathed....or will little Vicky just become another unknown name on a tombstone? This story proves that the past will come back to bite..............
2 parts