There’s a violence in me. My name is Lincoln Delabar. I was born without a face. Yes, you heard that right. Smooth, clear skin from my forehead to my chin. I see the world differently, yet it is still a place that holds wonder. At least most of the time. With my uniqueness comes a burden. My mind is powerful. Very powerful. And I have an obligation, a purpose, to see things in my own special way. Some of the things I see are frightening. The evil in this world is beyond anyone’s control. Or so you might think. There is a violence in me. I’m not afraid. I can control it. But should I?

72 hours. That's what the note said. 72 hours and the girl would be dead. Jaxon held the paper in one hand and the severed finger in the other. It was not a hoax. A day with his new hobby had turned into something he hadn’t seen coming.   GeoCaching—a modern scavenger hunt—was now a race against time. A woman he had never met was praying he wouldn't fail.   72 hours. Three days. A life hanging in the balance and the clock ticking. The killer's game deadly.  Jaxon Jennings, retired cop and private eye, knew the girl had one chance…   And he was it.