The story starts and ends, aptly with a book, a very special book: a 1969 edition of Edgar Allan Poe's The Raven, published by the tiny, prestigious Grayson Press, of Northbend, Washington. No bibliography mentions the 1969 edition. If it indeed exists, it could be worth a fortune to the right collector. It's the kind of book somebody might kill for. In fact, somebody probably already has.

Ex-Denver cop Cliff Janeway is happily at work selling rare and used books when one day a former police colleague, Clydell Slater, arrives with an offer. Janeway never did much care for Slater, and he doesn't like him any better now, but Slater's proposal is intriguing. Slater runs a detective agency, and he wants Janeway to go to Seattle to pick up a young woman fugitive and deliver her to her bail bondsman and a district court in Taos, New Mexico. The woman is wanted for burglary and assault.

She may also have stolen a copy of the 1969 Grayson Press Raven when she ransacked a Taos house. The rare-book angle gets to Janeway every time. He could say no to a five thousand-dollar fee, even though the money could buy him some special books, but he couldn't turn down a chance to find a hitherto unknown copy of The Raven.

Janeway flies to Seattle, finds his "skip," discovers she shares his love of books, takes her on a scouting expedition through some of the city's best rare-book haunts, then loses her on the way to the airport.

She's young and frightened, alone on the streets of a big city with some very nasty men after her. Janeway signed onto the case because of a book, but he stays because of a vulnerable young woman whose heart belongs to books, but whose eyes are filled with pain. He will discover not only her story, but the poignant tale of a once-great small press, where paper and ink became books in the hands of a master craftsman.