The detective kept calling her by some other woman's name, but it meant nothing. Rose Bohéme had no past, not until Detective Dixon Lloyd found it worth looking for.He was a man so focused on her, he'd been searching for more than ten years.…His first homicide case was hers, and he could never shake it. He was haunted by her—and when he found her, living, breathing, there remained only more questions and a bloody trail to follow. But was he doing her any favors seeking out those answers, so punctuated by danger? Or were they killing her second chance at life by inviting death back in?
