Bradley crept forward between the tall narrow aisles created by the shelves. Just before he reached the corner he heard a thump, the sound of a body hitting the floor. He rushed forward into the corner of the room. The desk was empty. The chair was pushed up against it, neatly awaiting its usual occupant. No one was in the corner. No one was there to make the sound. No one...alive. A cold chill ran down his back. He really wanted to leave the room. Instead, he moved closer. He walked to the window and looked outside. Snow fell softly on the rooftops in the city of Freeport. It was Christmas...

Even though her father's murderer had been found and killed, Bruce Blackwood's spirit would still not rest. Now his focus was on his daughter, Brooke, and the danger she would be in if she ever recovered the childhood memory of his death. Who can she trust when it seems the very people who should watch over her, her parents, were part of the plot? Art O'Reilly not only has to protect Brooke from those who want to do her harm, but also from the growing feelings he has for her. She's an innocent and, right now, considers him her Knight in Shining Armor. Can he make her understand that he...