P style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class=MsoNormal>After being recently cleared of murder charges, the disgraced and out-of-work police detective Steve Nastos reluctantly teams with his brash and similarly disgraced lawyer Kevin Carscadden for a paycheck. Nastos—who built his career on channeling the shadowy instincts within him to hunt dangerous predators—takes on a mission to track the whereabouts of Lindsay Bannerman, a troubled teen who is missing from her wealthy adoptive home. The trail Nastos and his lawyer pick up is one with a sadistic abuser on the other end and littered with lies, deceptions, and lifeless bodies. Torn between spiteful former colleagues—detectives who maintain Nastos belongs in prison for homicide—a wife who wants her husband to finally liberate himself from the darkness that fuels him, and the promise he made to a stranger to find Lindsay, the search is a race against time before everything vanishes forever into the dark matter.

R. D. Cain has worked for the last 18 years in emergency services as a paramedic, firefighter, and police officer. He lives in Scarborough, Ontario.

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"The conviction with which Cain writes and Nastos's hard-nosed moral ambiguities makes for one-sitting reading — at least for those willing to risk an extended journey through some unsavoury places where being rich or poor doesn't matter in the least." —National Post (November 10, 2012)

"Cain ramps up the suspense to fever pitch and follows the exciting ending with an ambiguous dénouement that augurs another story." —Publishers Weekly (September 3, 2012)

"The book contains a whole host of seedy suspects including one of the most inhuman and depraved guilty parties I've come across in a long while." —www.GirlVsBookshelf.blogspot.co.uk

"This novel delivers on all levels: action, courtroom drama, the reality of a police culture we'd prefer not to acknowledge, and a show-stopping climax that is soul satisfying, one that plants an eagerness for another novel about Toronto detective Steve Nastos."  —Hamilton Spectator on Cherry Beach Express