In his thirty-five years as a private investigator, Bob Shields often worked in the shadow of the law while gathering information for his clients. Hard times and too much beer had reduced his client list down to one. Desperate for a paycheck, Shields had committed the felonious crime of burglary. The information he copied from her computer would possibly destroy Susan Little, aka. Sharon Foley, aka. Sharon Butcher, if he decided to turn it over to his client. Self-serving remorse toyed briefly with his guilt as Bob read the copied files. Susan Littleas true identity was clear to him; but why was she here in Seattle working for the police department using an alias? Remorse and guilt, however, for Bob Shields was an allusive thing and they soon morphed into a vision of money. Money that Susan Little did not know belonged to her.