The little girl was found murdered, her pink nightgown twisted around her throat. She was only five. The woman who came to the funeral to throw a single rose on the coffin was very much alive, and beautiful. The kind of beautiful that homicide detective J. P. Beaumont couldn’t resist. But lurking in the dark corners of this bizarre case was not just a demented mind obsessed with murder, but secrets so deadly, so close to Beaumont’s own life, that even a street tough cop could die guessing at the answers...