'You live nearby? You need a ride?' She stopped and looked at him: a chubby guy with a beard, younger than her father, but older than a teenager. She could never guess the ages of adults. 'You need some help?' the man asked again. 'I can't fix your bike, but I can give you a lift. It's no trouble.' 'Uh, no thanks. I better not.' He looked nice enough, and in all her twelve years she'd never met anyone dangerous or crazy, but she'd been warned many times about strangers . . . Reeve LeClaire is not a victim. Not any more. It's been seven years since she escaped from evil psychopath, Daryl Wayne Flint. He held her captive for four of her precious teenage years, and now she's finally getting her life back. But Flint, imprisoned in a top psychiatric hospital, has been watching and waiting -meticulously planning his getaway. And now his chance has finally come. His escape is Reeve's worst nightmare. As he persistently evades capture, baffling authorities and leaving a bloody trail through the forests of Washington State, Reeve is hit by a fearful realization: She will have to face her kidnapper one last time. His perfect victim. His little cricket.