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Struggling with the guilt she feels for shooting and killing a drug dealer during her freshman case, Special Agent Shannon Ames is thrown back in the deep end when former federal prosecutor Lucy Donato goes missing. The case takes a surprising turn when Lucy’s bookish husband Bob is caught on camera fleeing the state with his two small children. Has he done something to his wife? Is he a danger to the kids? There’s definitely something off about Bob, because it soon becomes clear he isn’t stopping for anyone.

A serial killer in New York’s South Bronx district is targeting clients of local sex workers. The victims, all male, are either burned alive or beaten to death. With the body count mounting and no real leads, the FBI decides to put someone in undercover. Enter rookie agent Shannon Ames. Suited for deep cover work because she is single and without family ties, Shannon is young enough to pass herself off as a working girl. But spending her nights on the streets as she hunts for the killer takes its toll.

An ordinary weekday morning in the quiet little town of Lake Haven in upstate New York. Bobbi arrives at work—only to find the parking lot cordoned off with yellow crime-scene tape. She sees her co-worker Harriet's car. Blood splashed across the front seats—a lot of blood. It's Lake Haven's first murder in 18 years. No witnesses. No apparent motive. The tight-knit little community is terrified. And Bobbi is the most scared of all. Because it should have been her working last night's shift. Not Harriet.

Katie is out for an early-morning jog when she notices a white minivan parked nearby. A baby's cry echoes from inside. Concerned, she stops to investigate. Then—everything goes black. She wakes up in the back of the van. Her wrists are tied with plastic straps, and a baby doll lies discarded near her head. There are two men. One is driving. The other crouches beside her, his face hidden behind a balaclava. She catches a glimpse of his beard-stubbled chin.

I catch them together at 6:52 in the morning, lying in bed like newlyweds. His face was buried in her mass of dark hair. For a moment, I think I must be dreaming. "I've never seen her before in my life," he says, looking at me. But before I even know how to respond, two men break down the front door. Pound up the stairs. I run, but I can't hide. They take us to a cabin in the middle of nowhere. I'm trapped with a man who I thought I was going to marry, but who swears he doesn't even know me. And then he looks me right in the eye and whispers: "I'm sorry."

Mack Banner hasn’t made a movie in fifteen years. He’s been laying low, raising his daughter, hoping not to be recognized. When a hot young screenwriter writes a script for him to star in, he’s drawn out of hiding to a remote island off the coast of Maine where part of the film will shoot. Only, the screenwriter, on location for some last-minute rewrites, is suddenly missing. And as the crew spreads out to search for her, a storm brews on the horizon.