Felicity Ramsey felt the unknown hunter closing in. She didn't know who he was, whose orders he followed. She didn't know if that man was the mastermind of the hunt for a dead woman that neither man had any reason to believe still lived. The computer programs she had designed offered no answers. Only her lethally honed instincts told her that all that she had created was at risk.
Skye Farm and Skye/Sea existed in the sunlight, not in her shadow world. They and those who called both home and haven must be protected. It was time to go hunting but first she had to deal with the twenty trainees who had come to the Farm for specialized instruction in covert ops, tactics and weapons. Her classes were expensive and the screening of those who wished to attend was stringent. She had no desire to burp baby terrorists. One trainee, Mia, caught her eye. The two week course proved that the young woman was worth the extra training Felicity had offered. A routine monitoring of outside contacts of the trainees and the mention of a name from the past gave Felicity the lead she sought to the hunter she sensed. The hunter had a name. Ace Faulkner. The man who gave the orders raised a red flag. Chasing a dead woman made no sense. What was hiding in the shadows? More importantly. Who? Felicity knew it was time to hunt. The safety of Skye Farm and the world she had created was at stake.