Private eye Nicolette Brandy tip-toed through the house, her senses on high alert. She was hired to dig up dirt on a cheating husband, and so far she had found nothing but empty rooms and half-truths. As she crept down the hallway, her heart raced with anticipation. But when she reached the bedroom, her target was already waiting for her.

Before she could even react, he pounced, overpowering her with practiced ease. Nicolette found herself bound tightly with several feet of rough rope, cutting into her skin as she struggled against it. Her mouth was quickly gagged with a discarded ...

Private eye Nicolette Brandy tip-toed through the house, her senses on high alert. She was hired to dig up dirt on a cheating husband, and so far she had found nothing but empty rooms and half-truths. As she crept down the hallway, her heart raced with anticipation. But when she reached the bedroom, her target was already waiting for her.

Before she could even react, he pounced, overpowering her with practiced ease. Nicolette found herself bound tightly with several feet of rough rope, cutting into her skin as she struggled against it. Her mouth was quickly gagged with a discarded bandana, muffling any cries for help.

For a moment, all she could do was struggle and try to make sense of the situation. This wasn't the usual danger that came with being a private investigator; this was personal and terrifying. As she fought against the ropes, she couldn't help but wonder what her client would think and what fate awaited her at the hands of her captor.