I'd given up. There was nothing else I could do. Leads had dried up, no one gave a damn about Sara anymore. Three months later with no person of interest, missing cases were cold cases, I'd been told. So when Gabriel came into my life, he was a welcome respite. I couldn't help Sara, I could at least do something for this partially-blind teenager. The way he described it to me, it sounded more like a hallucination than a dream. I'm not an expert but what would you think if someone told you their ex-lover tortured them in their dream? Every night? I had no business getting involved in Gabriel's life. I'm cursing myself for doing it anyway. After all, I'd been warned to keep my distance from him. What's done can't be undone. Right now, I can only hope. Hope to hear my voice again. My hands and legs can stay tied up, but I'll go insane if I don't hear my voice again. Please "If you are a fan of Patterson style thrillers you need to read this book . . . Major twists I didn't see coming " - Amazon Reviewer