Homicide Detective Simon Keirsey spends his spare time working a personal cold case--the unsolved murder of his mother, film star Mary Margaret, thirty years earlier.
Recent killings committed by the murderer the press has dubbed The Cobra Killer unexpectedly tie to his mother's death and give Simon a renewed sense of vengeance.
Mary Margaret's mansion now houses the town's museum and employee Alice McClure is comforted by the ghost who walks the halls humming 1980's tunes.
As Simon and Alice race against time to determine who the killer is, will they be able to solve the mystery before another victim is claimed and the murderer's personal vendetta ante is upped?
Rushing out the door of his apartment, he slammed the door shut and then jogged down the two flights to the lobby.
As he passed the mailboxes, he saw a red-haired female struggling with the key.
“Need some help?”
“My stupid key won’t work,” she said, punching the small metal door.
“Want me to try?” he asked, inhaling a refreshing scent of lavender and lemons.
“I’d appreciate it.” She handed him the key. When his hand touched her finger, a jolt passed through him. He was glad he was facing the wall to hide the color he knew was flooding his face.
He took the key and reconfirmed the number on the key matched the one on the box. Simon placed it in the slot and twisted, the door popping open.
“Thanks,” she said. He turned to face her directly for the first time and saw the freckles, definitely not overpowering but the kind that made a man want to touch. He wasn’t a detective for nothing; this was the girl Harold had been searching for when the man interrupted his sleep. If this was the same Alice, he could understand completely the man’s obsession. He opened his mouth to speak, when his cell phone rang.
Grinning at the woman and mouthing an apology, he flipped it open. After listening to his boss’ ranting, he closed the phone.
“Sorry, got to go to work. Nice meeting you.” He held out his hand for her to shake, intrigued when she did that the lightning bolt feeling wasn’t a one-time occurrence. As they touched again, he felt an electrical wave flow through him.