The scent is unmistakable � gardenias, sweet and delicate, the same perfume that his beautiful first wife, Jennifer, always wore. Opening his eyes in the hospital room where he�s recovering from an accident, New Orleans detective Rick Bentz sees her standing in the doorway. Then Jennifer blows him a kiss and disappears. But it couldn�t have been Jennifer. She died twelve years ago...Once out of the hospital, Bentz begins to see Jennifer everywhere. Could she still be alive? But it was Bentz who identified Jennifer�s body after her horrible car wreck, and there had been no question in his mind that it was her crumpled form behind the wheel, her clothes, her wedding ring. He�s never doubted it � until now. He can�t tell his new wife, Olivia, about the sightings or his secret fear that he�s losing his mind. But Olivia is also hiding a secret...When a copy of Jennifer�s death certificate arrives in the mail, emblazoned with a red question mark, Bentz follows the postmark trail to Los Angeles, returning to the painful memories he�s tried so hard to forget, and straight into a killer�s web. Someone�s been waiting patiently, silently. Someone who knows exactly what happened that night twelve years ago and has been anticipating Bentz�s every move. Soon it will be Bentz�s turn to suffer for his sins. But he won�t be the only one made to pay the ultimate price. For a diabolical killer has now made Olivia the prime target...