They called him the Rainlover and that was the only thing about him that was certain. His victims were always women. He only murdered under cover of darkness when the streets were wet when there would be no witnesses. That was all they Knew. The Rainlover could be anyone. Rich or poor, young or old, someone's husband, brother, someone's handsome son. He could be any one of thousand men. But for Miller and Mallory, hounded by both the public and the press, and racing against time to prevent the next killing, there was only one question: Which one?
