Mackenzie Taylor has lived in the small town of Kingston under the shadow of her father's alleged crime. Twelve years ago, Taylor and the contents of his bank vanished. The ensuing speculation destroyed Mackenzie's mother, sending her into a spiral of drugs and alcohol. After all that time with no word from Taylor, the currency he was accused of stealing is filtering in to the Treasury Department for destruction. An FBI expert in cold cases comes to Kingston to find Hunter Taylor and bring him to justice. Unemotional and distant, Clive Campbell has only one objective-justice. He doesn't care who he has to rattle to obtain it. Mackenzie can see through the cold fa�ade the agent uses to keep people at a distance. She has one just like it. She developed it when her life was destroyed by little cuts of accusations that became deep gouges in her soul. "He didn't do it," has been her sustaining mantra and now someone with access to the government stockpile of information has come to lay the case to rest by placing the blame on her father. Devoutly loyal to Taylor, she makes a pact with the agent. She offers up the town's dirty little secrets to Clive if he will approach the case with an open mind and share what information he finds. Scouring the town and government databases for clues, their closeness creates an irritable friction that grows into a sensual heat. While they go down one dead end after another in their pursuit for justice, a killer watches and waits in the shadows.