A body in a derelict barn pulls park ranger Ruth Baker into a town that buries its secrets deep. The deeper she digs, the more the quiet land starts to feel like it's watching back.
Snowed in at the edge of the wilderness, Ruth Baker finds the cabin's last guest never made it out. With the only road closing fast, the cold isn't the deadliest thing waiting in the dark.
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 remote retreat promises healing to the broken, but the people who check in are starting to disappear. Ruth Baker goes looking for answers in a place where everyone has a reason to lie.
The town calls itself a refuge, a place where the hunted come to be forgotten. Ruth Baker arrives to find the safest place on the map keeping the darkest kind of secret.
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.
Every autumn the valley gathers for the harvest, and every few years someone never comes home. Ruth Baker digs into a tradition that's been feeding on its own people for generations.
Behind the iron gates of a sealed-off estate, the wealthy keep their sins as private as their grounds. When Ruth Baker is locked inside with them, getting out means knowing who to fear.
The orchard's trees grow heavy and red over ground no one will till. Ruth Baker learns what the roots have been drinking, and why the family that owns it never sells a single acre.
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.