They called him Nemesis. He walked the dark alleyways only, a shadow among shadows-and that is the way he loved it. Before night he kept Deborah O’Roarke from an attacker and rediscovered the tranquil ache of yearning lodged in his center. It turned out quite a while since he had wanted to reach out to somebody…. But Deborah was an idealistic prosecutor who played by the rules and abhorred the vigilantism of her mysterious defender. Could she come to like the phantom who lurked in the night time Shadow?