The scent of gardenias is unmistakable -- the same perfume that his wife, Jennifer, always wore. Opening his eyes in the hospital room, New Orleans detective Rick Bentz sees her standing in the doorway. Then Jennifer blows him a kiss and disappears. But it couldn't have been Jennifer. She died twelve years ago . . .

Out of the hospital, Bentz begins to see Jennifer everywhere. Could she still be alive; It was Bentz who identified Jennifer's body, and there had been no question in his mind that it was her. He can't tell his new wife, Olivia, about the sightings for the fear that he's losing his mind. When a copy of Jennifer's death certificate arrives in the mail, emblazoned with a red question mark, Bentz follows the trail to Los Angeles -- returning to memories he's tried hard to forget -- and straight into a killer's web. Someone's been waiting patiently -- someone who knows exactly what happened that night twelve years ago and has been anticipating Bentz's every move ever since. But Bentz won't be the only one to pay the price. The killer has now made Olivia a target.