Eve Dallas is certainly one hard cop. She’s got no issue dealing with any occasion reveler within a red fit who plunges thirty-seven tales and gives fresh meaning to the term “sidewalk Santa.” However when she gets back to the place and Trudy Lombard turns up, it’s all Eve may do to carry it together. Immediately, she’s plunged back to the past, to the days when she was a vulnerable, traumatized lady – caught in foster treatment with the twisted female who now rests before her, smiling.

Trudy statements she only about Memory space in Death wished to see how Eve was doing. But Eve’s hubby, Roarke, suspects otherwise – and his suspicions verify right when Trudy arrives at his office challenging money in exchange for keeping the awful details of his wife’s childhood a secret. Barely restraining himself, Roarke shows her the door – and helps it be clear that she’d end up being wise to escape New York and never bother him or his wife once again.

But just a few days later, Trudy’s on the floor of her hotel room, a mess of bruises and blood. A cop towards the core, Eve is set to solve the situation, if only with regard to Trudy’s bereaved child. Unfortunately, Eve is not the only one to have suffered as of this woman’s hands, and she and Roarke will follow a circuitous, dangerous path to find out who switched this victimizer into a victim.