The man emerged from the mist, right in front of Cathy
Weaver's car--running from killers who were closing in on
him. Victor Holland's story sounded like the ravings of a
man on the brink of madness, but his claim to be a fugitive
was confirmed by the haunted look in his eyes--and the
bullet hole in his shoulder. As each hour brings pursuers
ever closer, Cathy has to wonder, is she giving her trust
to a man in danger or trusting her life to a dangerous man?