I need you to find my sister. Those were the words that drove private detective Caleb Knight from his bed well before sunrise. The same words that had him dressed and heavily armed in less than five minutes as he hurried to his car. Find my sister, Keith had said. She isn't answering her phone. As he sped across town, years of experience told Caleb that he was overreacting. Grace was a beautiful, intelligent, desirable woman. There were many reasons a woman like that didn't answer her phone before dawn. But here he was, parking the car, and feeling like an idiot. He could only imagine the look on Grace's face when he dragged her from her bed. And what the hell was he supposed to do if she wasn't alone ? With one last fleeting thought for his professional reputation, Caleb stepped out of the car. Then he heard her scream.