You may think that you are reading a standard police crime novel here. But you couldn't be further from the truth. A progression of puzzles will confuse you, hiding the real reasons for inexplicable actions. You probably won't be able to put it down, however much you may want to and however much you may wish that you had.
At twenty-eight weeks old, Jenny Weaver's child might have been viable outside the womb had its mother not tried to flush it down the toilet .... Eventually, the mouth would have learned to speak of something other than the horrors it spoke of to Sarah now. The lungs had taken breath, the mouth gasped for life. And then it had been killed.
