Shevaughn Robinson, a detective in suburban NY, is having a hard time with life. Orphaned at twelve, she's all alone. Feeling a little down, she treats herself to a night out, but it doesn't improve her mood until a handsome stranger asks her to dance. The evening ends with a kiss that haunts her.
She begins investigating an especially gruesome murder case, which quickly evolves into serial murders. Right before they find the first victim, she meets Tony O'Brien, a reporter interested in doing a piece on her and her career. Sparks fly.
Shevaughn follows murder after murder trying to solve the case, not realizing the murderer is a man who not only is obsessed with death, but becoming more and more obsessed with her.
Brewing is a sensual love story between Shevaughn and Tony. They overcome several obstacles, one of which is the police suspecting Tony might be the murderer.
The killer watches the relationship blossom from afar and plots its demise.
Mary Catherine was a tiny wisp of a girl with a gentle personality to match. She moved through life like a soft wind. She was the one with red pigtails, bright green eyes and a smile that could light up any room.
She loved the woods and chose to walk through the park, everyday on her way to St. Jude’s Parochial School. She was a wood nymph, a word she had just learned last week from her new mythology book. The patch of woods she traveled through daily was her little kingdom. Mary Catherine hurried to the trees, humming a tune she made up herself. It had no real melody, but it was her song of magic notes.
She came upon her favorite place, a tree stump, just large enough for her pretend throne.
Good, I may sit on my throne for a moment, she said aloud. She stopped just short of it. Someone was on her throne. How dare they… without the queen’s permission?
Humph! she snorted. She reached out to touch the intruder and suddenly stopped. Something was wrong. Mary Catherine eased back but never took her eyes off the person. Why wasn’t she moving? Why were her eyes so cold and empty? She gazed further down the body and saw a big gaping hole where the woman’s chest should be. She screamed and ran until she was out of the woods. The first person she came across was a jogger.
Dead, she’s dead, was all she could manage to repeat.
What…, who’s dead…, where? the man asked.
Come on, come on, she screamed, pulling his arm.
The jogger followed Mary Catherine back to the tree stump. The sight of the mutilated woman made him gag. After a few dry retches, he turned to her.
We’ve got to call the cops. Let’s find a phone. Come on! he yelled.
Mary Catherine couldn’t move. Her eyes were transfixed as she watched a small bug walk from the dead woman’s lip into her nostril.
Okay, I’ll say it. He’s taunting us, bragging. ‘Ace of Hearts, he’s rubbing it in our faces, damn him.