It is just an ordinary day in Washington DC until Francesca Britt enters Lilly's Tattoo Parlor setting in motion a chain of grisly events. A hard boiled police detective and a fifth grade teacher become unlikely allies in a pursuit of a diabolical killer. The stranger's eyes roamed over the sketches for a long minute and came to rest on a drawing of a tiny, haloed cherub. Lilly followed his gaze. "That one has been unusually popular lately," Lilly said, trying desperately to keep the fear out of her voice. So that was it. Suddenly she knew exactly why the stranger had entered her shop. Maybe she did have her mother's gift after all. Lilly tried to push past the man was now standing so close to her that she could smell his breath. It smelled like lemons.