“NICE TO MEET YOU, KENDRA. Sorry I’m late. I’m Dean Halley.”
Kendra Michaels stood and shook hands with the handsome man who had just dashed into the Gaslamp Bar and Restaurant. She was experiencing a sinking feeling. Halley’s smile was a couple shades too white. He was also too good-looking and too well dressed. He breathed casual elegance and easy charm.
Mom, what have you gotten me into?
Halley’s brows rose. “You are Kendra, right?”
“Yes.” She forced a smile. “Sorry
Before the experimental surgery that gave her sight, Kendra Michaels developed her other senses to an amazing capacity. Now law enforcement agencies clamor for her rare powers of perception and observation, because so very often, only Kendra can get the job done. Now, she is facing a danger that may be hidden in the shadows...