Peyton Jameson O’Brien was twenty-two the last time she set foot in Chesterwood. Her mother was brutally murdered in front of her eyes. Peyton was the only witness, but she can’t remember his face. Peyton begged her father to believe that she was having visions of other murders, but he wouldn’t listen. There was a missing girl and no one believed her.
Peyton was tormented by her visions so she left behind her best friend, her family and everyone who protected her.
Peyton started a new life and tried to put Chesterwood out of her mind. She fell in love and got married, but the visions still haunted her. Especially the one where her best friend, the kindest and most gently woman Peyton had ever met Lindsay Brickman was the victim. Peyton tried to block out the horror and ignore the visions so she didn’t lose the new life she had made. And now Peyton would have to live with the guilt that Lindsay Brickman was murdered and left a husband and three small children.
Ten years later there was a knock on her door and she was face to face with her husband’s pregnant mistress. The betrayal was too much for Peyton to handle so she had to get away, to run away. Back to the only other home she had ever known.
A place where the man who murdered her mother is still free…a place where she let her best friend die and did nothing…a place where the sins of the past are catching up with her.
Trying to keep the ghosts of her past at bay, Peyton meets Duncan Macbain. His kind face and huge heart draw her in. Being wanted by Duncan eases the pain from her husband’s betrayal, but doesn’t stop the fact that the man who killed her mother knows she back in town.
This sexual predator killed her mother and her best friend and he isn’t finished. Visions of him hurting the people she loved plague her visions. She can see all the torment, but the missing piece of the puzzle is his face. Remembering the face would solve everything.
Peyton tries to ignore the feelings that she is constantly being watched. She tries to block out the visions of new murders that she feels powerless to stop….tries to hide from the vision of standing over another coffin.
And now he has taken a little girl, a beautiful little innocent girl who Peyton inadvertently put in his sights.
“Where is she? She’s just a baby!”
“She’s at our special place Peyton. I have proved that I can get to her and to you Peyton. Leave Chesterwood or you die next.” He hung up.
Peyton’s mind was racing. Special place? Where is she?
“Oh God,” Peyton jumped into the truck and floored it. She knew where she was.
With her heart beating out of her chest, Peyton followed the back roads around the lake and turned onto the path that lead up behind her house and passed the Buford’s barn to the place where she watched the murder of her mother.
She pulled to the side, locked up the breaks, jumped from the truck and ran across the walking bridge. “Can you hear me?” She screamed in all directions with her heart racing, ears ringing and sweat pouring down her back, “Where are you?” You son of a bitch where is she? “Honey call out if you can hear me!”
Peyton heard a noise behind her, but as she turned she was struck from behind and the world went dark.