It’s hard to accept the truth when lies are what you want to hear.

Good morning, class,’ I said, raising my voice to gain their attention. ‘My name is Luke Priestwood and I’m replacing Mr Piper, who’s retired early due to ill health.’ They seemed surprised but pleased to see me, and I glided over the lie. In reality, Mr Piper had been pushed.

She lived and breathed the streets, and would lay her neck on the line to protect its occupants. But how did she tell an idealist that the world was not black and white?

Abigail... His heart ached for his little girl, and the loss of his family drove like a blade through his heart. His head jerked up as the creak of a timber echoed overhead. If only they hadn’t come to this god-forsaken place.

The best way of keeping a low profile was to immerse himself in the mundane. Act like them, talk like them. A smile, a joke was all it took – at least during the day. The night was his own.

You can’t walk away from your demons,’ Theresa said, her eyes glazing over. ‘They’ll catch up with you in the end.

I recalled telling my daughter on many occasions that if she did not pick up her dirty clothes, they would walk to the wash basket themselves. I had not counted on dinner plates taking on a life of their own as well.

I knelt to pick up the pages of my journal, my ugly secrets, scattered across the floor. This wasn’t the person that Sean married. What did he think of me now?"- WITNESS

Jennifer can no longer ignore the personal connection. Is there a copycat killer at work? Was the wrong man convicted? Or is there something more sinister at play …

A shocking ultimatum is issued; choose the victim or it defaults to someone you hold dear. And she has just minutes to decide. As each crime becomes more brutal, she is forced to play devil’s advocate as she chooses the next target.