A storm brewed beneath her skin that she couldn't identify. Not what had stirred it up. Not where it had come from. And not what distant land it might whisk her off to. She couldn't put her finger on it. But there was something out there that felt like claws at the tips of long, wrinkly hands covered in black lace, reaching for her. Like the monsters she'd once imagined crouching in the closet or under her bed; like the bad-guy-lady in the story of Snow White. Lacey had lived with night terrors since she was a child. Shifting shadows that threatened to carry her away from her family. And she had never told anyone the root of that fear. But now, for the first time in her life, she felt as if trouble waited outside her door-in broad daylight. As a local, small-town attorney, Lacey Lujan willingly represented juveniles on a regular basis, a service that had become routine. But there was nothing routine about murder. As the plot unfolds we discover that a second threat to her homespun happiness lurked in the background. Desperate men who believed she held the secret to a hidden treasure obtained during an act of treason. Lacey had nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. Her father's past had put her directly in the line of fire. From what direction would the trouble hit first? From an angry teen with an inflated ego or from the sons of military traitors, who let greed consume them? Where would they strike and how would the dangerous saga end?
