Sunlight blazes on an empty canvas. Arctic winds gather snowflakes on a frosty window ledge as a statuesqueform appears. She moves past a table littered with papers. Headlines splash news of murder, but it’s the photo of another young woman with features mirroring her own that draws her attention. A different headline peeks from underneath the Anchorage Times. Wealthy Businessman Dies in Car Crash … BLACK WIDOW SUSPECTED! Graphic images swirl through her head and a tear rolls down her cheek. She drifts toward an easel and a trembling hand dips a sable brush into a palette of paint. The Westminster doorbell chimes. The brush slips and blood-red paint stains the floor. Detective Steven Quaid waits. His Tlingit, Indian features carved from granite, mask his Irish passion … Will he arrest her this time? All fingers point to her guilt. But, is she guilty of this cunning plot? Or, just a victim of circumstantial evidence? The door opens … His eyes lock on hers … His heart races … Hers skips a beat.