She was beautiful. Blonde. And bloody. McCleary doesn't know who she is. And he can't remember who he is.

When the maid walked into the motel room, she found Mike McCleary sacked out on one bed and a dead woman on the other. To the police, the private investigator claims he doesn't know the victim or, for that matter, his own name. And despite the knot at the back of his skull and the powerful hypnotic in his blood, McCleary is still the number one suspect.

It's up to his wife and partner, Quin St. James, to prove him innocent — and that's not all. Because the killer who stole McCleary's past has returned to claim his life. And someone with twenty years of memories on ice makes one easy target.