Destin Synclair, director of the forensics unit in a small metropolitan city, is suddenly pulled from her comfortable routine and faced with the most difficult moments of her young life. What began as a local kidnapping leads her to an unsolved murder of a famous model thousands of miles away. It is a journey of struggle where some are destroyed by the tribulation and others are delivered, but, ultimately, Destin must find the courage to do wrong in order to do right or lose those who are the dearest to her.
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An unsolved death of a famous model in California, an unlikely kidnapping in Tennessee, and the calculated workings of a twisted mind bent on revenge, are just a few of the forces converging that will bring the lives of certain individuals to one common ground and to the end of some of those lives. Destin Synclair, beautiful but modest of it, practical and scientific, strongly grounded in doing the right thing, is pulled suddenly from her average routine in the life of a forensic psychologist, when the Police Chief's five-year-old daughter is kidnapped and held for a ridiculously extravagant ransom.
Her prime suspect becomes Arien Arcenciel, husband of the model murdered in California, and he also becomes the end to Destin's life-long search for that perfect counterpart at a time in her life when she had abandoned the journey. The investigation into the kidnapping leads her to the paths of self-discovery and to the understanding of a Scarecrow's Dream, that we are perhaps like that of the scarecrow suspended on perches and dreaming of release.
Arien picked up a fire iron and poked at the red embers, sending thousands of sparks into a frenzied dance. “I don’t think you’re stupid, so that would make you brave …to come here alone and face a man who might be capable of killing beautiful women. And you do this for the love of a child. You certainly don’t do this for Charlie. You tolerate him at best. You don’t do it for Katherine.” Arien turned and glanced at Destin as if he were sizing her up. “I don’t believe that you’re gay or bi, so for Katherine, you feel pity.”
As if anger was her only shield, Destin glared at the man who so easily held the deadly iron rod. “Are you finished profiling me?” Her fragile fingers trembled slightly and she curled them into tight fists.