Dual plots in which two well intended, but naïve, young citizens are drawn into the world of a sexual predator.
Neal Randolph, 16, is desperate to shed the guilt that has haunted him ever since his role in his mother’s death. So when the mother of his girlfriend is raped at the apartment complex at which he works, and he’s asked to secretly right the wrong, he can’t say no.
At the same time, Detective Delores Sanchez, a young Latina has gone undercover to stop the reign of a serial offender, but it has driven her straight to her psychiatrist’s window, where high up, and off in the distance, a lone gray cloud appears to be lost. She can relate because far off, in the back of her mind, Delores has a dark cloud of her own. An innermost secret that she has never, ever, ever told anybody. Not her family, nor her friends, nor her priest. Nobody.
Although Neal and Delores are drawn into the turf of the same adversary, they each have reasons to keep their investigations a secret. That is, until there’s a body.
