Before Beth could even scream, the punk crashed through the back door and covered her mouth with thin, smoky hands. She struggled to get off the couch but couldn’t squeeze loose from his grip. She tried kicking with her knees and bare feet, but the intruder stayed clear. Eyes stretching impossibly wide, Beth’s most cogent thought was that Shane should be there… Someone is after the overnighter, an old suitcase that used to belong to a silent film star. All it contains is junk — yellowed newspaper clippings, handwritten notes, programs from stage shows long forgotten — but the punk says it hides a secret and whoever controls him is willing to kill for it. And the bad guys think Beth has it. The only one who can help her is Shane, her biker ex-boyfriend. He’s two thousand miles away and their old wounds haven’t healed, but the danger rising around Beth doesn’t care. Can their lives and their wounded love survive the overnighter’s secrets