Synopsis

The salt spray stung Jordan’s face as she stared out at the churning Atlantic. Thirteen years. Thirteen years since the body had washed ashore in Boston, and still the image haunted her. A woman, lifeless, reclaimed by the sea. Jordan was certain of the killer – the husband, consumed by a chilling quietude that had always set him apart. But the evidence remained stubbornly silent, a tangled web of circumstantial threads refusing to form a definitive picture. At the city morgue, Dr. Winslow