“I never thought of myself as a killer.”
What is Jillian? A sport? A mutant? An alien dropped on this world by some sadistic entity? She’s been this way for as long as she can remember—a predator—the hidden.

Was she alone? Jillian had asked herself the question more than once. That was before she met the man in the bar. She'd met lots of men in lots of bars, but this one was different. This one was like her. At least, she thought he was. Before she could find out for sure, he disappeared. Now she had more questions than she did before. Besides that, she had something new to her...fear.