The man emerged from the mist, right in front of Cathy Weaver's car. He was running from killers who were closing in on him. Cathy had no choice - either pick him up or he dies. Victor Holland's story sounded like the ravings of a man on the brink of madness, but his claim to be a fugitive was confirmed by the haunted look in his eyes, and the bullet hole in his shoulder. As each hour brings pursuers ever closer, Cathy has to wonder, is she giving her trust to a man in danger - or trusting her life to a dangerous man?