A stretch of empty desert blacktop, a car abandoned with the engine still warm, and no one for fifty miles. Ruth Baker follows the trail into heat and silence - and someone out there doesn't want it found.
A black Cadillac keeps appearing on the lonely backroads, always idling, never close enough to see who's driving. Ruth Baker realizes too late that it isn't lost - it's hunting.
Out where there are no cameras and no witnesses, a rusted barrel is where evidence goes to vanish. Ruth Baker pulls something out of the ash that someone killed to keep burning.
On a sleeper train crossing empty country in the dark, a passenger is dead and the killer hasn't gotten off. Ruth Baker has until the next station to find them - and the next station is hours away.
He doesn't just kill - he arranges, he displays, he curates his victims like art. Katie Ford has to think like a collector to find the one piece he's still missing.
No prints, no witnesses, no pattern anyone can name - a killer who leaves nothing but bodies. Katie Ford hunts a phantom the Bureau swears doesn't exist.
A circle of small-town women bond over true-crime podcasts — until the cases stop being someone else's. Rangers Baker and Tate close in on a killer who's done listening and started practicing.