Silken skin pale against dark hair, red lips provocatively smiling at himтАФthatтАЩs how Lieutenant Bret Taylor remembered Lorraine.┬а He was drunk when he married her, stone cold sober when he found her dead.┬а Out on the sunlit streets of L.A. walked the manтАФher lover, her killerтАФwho had been with her that fatal night.┬а Taylor intended to find him.┬а And when he did, the gun in his pocket would provide the quickest kind of justice.┬а But first Taylor had to find something else: an elusive memory so powerful it drove him down three terrifying roads toward self-destructionтАФgrief, ecstasty, and death.