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PROLOGUE

Shiloh Evans stood alone in the empty church graveyard, surveying the freshly packed earth in front of the hard granite stone, knowing there were three fresh graves nearly identical to it in several other Savannah cemeteries. A breeze—too warm—rustled the branches of a live-oak tree, creaking its limbs in an eerie melody. It would storm before the day was done.

Though she hated storms—had since she was a little girl—it wasn’t that threat on the horizon that sent goose bumps up her bare arms and made her shiver in the August air.

There were four graves, not five. She guessed Providence had seen to that for now. She stood motionless, unable to take her eyes from the stark headstone. There was something haunting in knowing she wasn’t supposed to be alive.

Four graves.

If they ever found her, there would be five. She forced her gaze away from the cemetery and took purposeful steps toward her car.

She felt the subtle shift in the air less than a second before she heard the sizzle and pop of a lightning bolt striking close by.

Too close.

She got in her car, and then Shiloh looked back. She watched in her rearview mirror as the skies opened up, pouring rain on the fresh earth.

She had to leave, but she wasn’t running. She was regrouping. Preparing. One day she’d have the opportunity to bring the killers to justice, to see the criminals pay for what they had done. In the meantime, they would look for her, eventually come after her.

And Shiloh would be ready.