Jacqueline Johnson has a secret. It’s the reason she’s been largely avoided and ignored her whole life. It’s something that people can just tell about her, from a single glance, though she looks the same as everyone else.
Jack can feel death—human, animal, even insect, if she really concentrates. Which she never does. In fact, she tries very hard to never acknowledge her horrible affliction at all.
When Jack was seventeen, the Midnight Killer came to Creekville, her small town tucked in the woods of Appalachia, and claimed her little sister as one of his last victims. Now, thirteen years later, Jack feels him kill again. And she decides that, this time, he’s going to pay for what he’s done.
Though she’s isolated herself for more than a decade, Jack has no choice but to accept the help of the first—and only—boy she’s ever loved. But Max isn’t a boy anymore. He’s a renowned detective from the big city. And not only is he determined to catch her sister’s killer, he’s also not going to let Jack get away again.
