The scent is unmistakable - gardenias, sweet and delicate, the same
perfume that his beautiful first wife, Jennifer, always wore. Opening
his eyes in the hospital room where he's recovering from an accident,
New Orleans detective Rick Bentz sees her standing in the doorway. Then
Jennifer blows him a kiss and disappears. But it couldn't have been
Jennifer. She died twelve years ago... Once out of the hospital, Bentz
begins to see Jennifer everywhere. Could she still be alive? But it was
Bentz who identified Jennifer's body after her horrible car wreck, and
there had been no question in his mind that it was her crumpled form
behind the wheel, her clothes, her wedding ring. He's never doubted it -
until now. He can't tell his new wife, Olivia, about the sightings or
his secret fear that he's losing his mind. But Olivia is also hiding a
secret... When a copy of Jennifer's death certificate arrives in the
mail, emblazoned with a red question mark, Bentz follows the postmark
trail to Los Angeles, returning to the painful memories he's tried so
hard to forget, and straight into a killer's web. Someone's been waiting
patiently, silently. Someone who knows exactly what happened that night
twelve years ago and has been anticipating Bentz's every move. Soon it
will be Bentz's turn to suffer for his sins. But he won't be the only
one made to pay the ultimate price. For a diabolical killer has now made
Olivia the prime target...
