"She didn’t have a flashlight. Instead, there was a small ball of blue-tinted light levitating about half a dozen inches above her hand. Just staying there, dropping and rising, very subtly. 'You’re just in time,' she said, voice eerily calm. The light hovered beside her face, casting ghostlike shadows. With her free hand, she held out the handcuffs to me. They jangled loudly. 'To help me put these on.'" Lucelia has never been the same since her father's suicide. Having to pull a screwdriver from one's throat is enough to change anyone for good. But with nightmares and the blood that never seems to leave her hands haunting her every step, the past won't be so easy to avoid...not when she's forced into following in her father's murderous footsteps.