A few of the things Natalie Scott’s stalker knows about her:
She likes foreign films, cinnamon gum, and strawberry yogurt. She goes jogging along Chicago’s lakefront every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. She smells like sunflowers in the summer and roses in the winter.
What Natalie Scott doesn’t know:
Every minute of every day, a madman is watching her. Every minute of every day, he’s waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Every minute of every day, she’s inching closer to catastrophe . . .
And what Natalie Scott doesn't know just might kill her. . .
