Jim Creek Hill

Marley Dearcorn is still recovering from a devastating loss when she comes across the body of a young woman by the side of a remote stretch of road. She knew the dead girl personally, and the discovery is a harsh reminder of recent tragic events in her own life and she's motivated to investigate. Killdeer is a small town, even by Montana's standards, and chances are if Marley knows the victim of this hit-and-run, she probably knows who the killer is too. She's no detective but that's never stopped her before. Step by step, she traces events backwards, hoping to see some pattern in the victim's daily routine that might reveal who killed her. In the process, Marley ends up learning more about the underbelly of Killdeer nightlife than she ever wanted to know. Biker bars, strip-clubs and half-crazy conspiracy nuts who only come out at night have always been a part of the fabric of Killdeer, but until now she never had a reason to wonder what really happens after the sun goes down. The problem with hunting someone who's used to living in darkness is that you can't see him, but that doesn't necessarily mean he can't see you.