A black Cadillac keeps appearing on the lonely backroads, always idling, never close enough to see who's driving. Ruth Baker realizes too late that it isn't lost - it's hunting.

Every autumn the valley gathers for the harvest, and every few years someone never comes home. Ruth Baker digs into a tradition that's been feeding on its own people for generations.

Behind the iron gates of a sealed-off estate, the wealthy keep their sins as private as their grounds. When Ruth Baker is locked inside with them, getting out means knowing who to fear.

The orchard's trees grow heavy and red over ground no one will till. Ruth Baker learns what the roots have been drinking, and why the family that owns it never sells a single acre.

Out where there are no cameras and no witnesses, a rusted barrel is where evidence goes to vanish. Ruth Baker pulls something out of the ash that someone killed to keep burning.

On a sleeper train crossing empty country in the dark, a passenger is dead and the killer hasn't gotten off. Ruth Baker has until the next station to find them - and the next station is hours away.