nThe tremors began at dawn-violent, betraying shudders that stole her consciousness. This time, the seizure left blood on the garage floor, a bemused realization that alcohol was not her friend, and an ultimatum from fiancée Sergeant Hunter Faraday: Rehab or we call off the engagement. His voice, steady as a sniper's breath, named the facility-Woodlawn Acres Wellness Center.

Safe. Discreet. But deep down, private investigator Olivia Callahan suspected the slick brochure he'd given her masked the stench of corruption. n n n nShe wondered at the cautious steps in the night.

Forced over-medicating. Mysterious meetings with the small-town mayor and his meek wife. Then her best friend, Callie, hit her with the news of her husband's parole and his ultimatums regarding their daughter: I'll be Daddy again, he'd texted.

Even if I have to bury you to do it. n n n nDesperate to leave the rehab facility to help Callie and return to her firm, Watchdog Investigations, she checks the daily onslaught of pills, spitting them into a worn, hollowed-out paperback, nodding through daily therapy sessions, mapping the facility at night, and unearthing clues in locked closets with a stolen keycard. Then, one afternoon, the glint of a syringe. The orderlies with dead eyes called it stabilization.

Now, she's positive the forces arrayed against her are unwavering in their resolve to preserve their secrets. In a chilling moment of clarity, she realizes that this time, her indomitable will and the ever-valiant Hunter Faraday might not be enough to save her.n nn nn