Prologue
She was running as fast as her legs could move her. Sweat was building on her face. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, pounding hard, and she could see the man chasing her, reaching to grab her collar. Juliet should have run toward her school instead of away from it. But she didn’t. And then she was across the football field and into the street, legs pumping harder than her heart could take. He almost had her. She could feel his hands right at her throat when she turned to look back. The dump truck crashed headlong into her at forty miles an hour - only a little over the speed limit - but enough to instantly end the life of 15-year-old Juliet Mayfield.