A killer with a dangerous obsession. Three young women shot to death. Each victim with one shoe missing.

It’s the middle of the night when Detective Chris Bailey is called to the side of a rural Tennessee highway. A young woman’s body is found sprawled on the shoulder of the winding country road, a glossy dark pool of blood around her head.

The victim has been shot five times. She isn’t wearing a coat, though it’s late February. Her empty purse is discarded a few feet away, a single high-heeled pump obscenely alone in a pile of last year’s fallen leaves tinted with frost. Her other foot is bare.

Then another woman’s body is found, displayed in the same way. Detective Chris Bailey realizes he may have a serial killer on his hands.

Everything points to the first victim’s brother, Mick, especially when his sister’s ID and shoe are found at his house. Mick doesn’t seem to have a motive. And he has only just moved back to the area after working a high-powered job in Chicago. But he did have a relationship with his sister’s best friend, which ended badly.

Mick is clearly at the center of everything, but Bailey isn’t sure how. Is he the killer, or is someone trying to frame him?