She hung up the phone and stared at the open file on the tiny desk in the cramped studio apartment that even the mosquitoes avoided. After three months of working in the sweltering heat of a South Carolina warehouse, Special Agent Mary Hatchert had to report to the Colonel that her cover was blown. When Mary Hatchert joined the army five years ago, she never imagined that she would be a special agent whose duty assignments would entail catching the perpetrators of sexual assault military victims. She almost had him, the man who'd sexually assaulted two military women so their souls would be purified. It was a lousy piece of luck that the new hire at the warehouse recognized her. Disgusted, she began to pack for her trip across country, back home to California. Little did she know that her next assignment in a tiny beachfront community would change her life forever.