Martin Cole has been home from Afghanistan for three years, and his business–a one-man garage–is going well. The problem is, his PTSD hasn’t gone away. He’s tried all the usual treatments and some of the…well, less legal treatments, despite the fact his sister’s a cop.
But he’s still having nightmares. Dreams. Visions. His world turns upside down when he meets a handsome homicide detective who says the visions aren’t PTSD–they’re premonitions.
Elliott Blake is certain he’s right about Martin’s visions–he’s not just a detective, he’s also a werewolf with preternatural senses, and PTSD symptoms have a different scent than premonitions. But he can’t get Martin to believe him, despite the fact Elliott’s currently working a case that has way too many things in common with Martin’s visions to be a coincidence.
The problem is, whoever killed Amy Fike has killed again, and Elliott’s no closer to catching the killer. If he could just get Martin to trust him, they could work the case together.
Unfortunately, the killer has other ideas…