. . Alex Stewart, ex-Marine and tough as nails boss, ditches the success of his fledgling business and flees to his cabin in the deep woods. He’s had enough. Four years after the deaths of his wife and daughter, he’s stuck in the anger stage of grief. He wants to be left alone. Life used to make sense. It just doesn’t bring him joy. Nothing does. She’s trying to remember . . . Left to die in those same deep woods, Kelsey is the last thing Alex expects to find at his cabin. She’s everything he’s running away from. Responsibility. Memories. Having to care about someone else beside himself. To make matters worse, she can’t remember anything except her first name. Neither can she explain the marks on her body, nor why two darling baby boys haunt her dreams. But Alex can . . .

     HE'S STEALING MOBILE PHONES AND USING THE DEVICES TO LURE INNOCENT LOVERS INTO VIOLENT PUBLIC SNARES AROUND THE TOURIST HAUNTS OF SYDNEY. Detective Inspector Stephanie Saxon is getting closer to finding him, and even the media can see that she'll be the one to break down his door. The stalker Saxon is desperately chasing knows where she lives, and whom she's sleeping with, and where he can find her family, but he does not know that she carries an unlicensed firearm on her ankle, and she's closer than he thinks. Will Stephanie Saxon send him to an ice cold slab in the morgue, or the blistering, chained yard of the slammer for leaving behind all of these BODIES WE WON'T BURY?