I am not a freak, although many people call me that. The night my father was murdered and I was left for dead, I awoke with the ability to "sense" things. Touching things can give me visions, sometimes horrifying, murderous ones. The bones of a murdered woman are unearthed and our safe small town is shaken to its core. Her killer was good at hiding the truth and after decades in the ground, any clues are gone-her murder a complete mystery. The only clues are the ones I can see. My brother was recently promoted to head detective. With no other clues, you think he'd be thrilled to have my help, but he'd rather pretend I don't exist than use my gifts. Thank heavens, his handsome partner doesn't agree and calls me in. Although I'm terrified to touch her, the mysterious skeleton has a story that needs to e told. When I grip the bones, I live through her murder. The message I see changes me- changes everything. The only person who believes me is the one man who knows the truth of my visions-the killer. He's desperate to keep his secrets buried. Now he hunts a new prey-me. I don't need psychic powers to know he's right behind me-closing in-about to strike.