The weathered blood of Henrietta Stern still stained the veranda of the dilapidated seaside mansion she had willed to Emmalynn, who lapsed into a state of amnesia rather than remember the horror of the ax murder she had witnessed.

But perhaps it would be better to close the case as the police had done when Burt Reed, the accused murderer, died in jail. Certainly it would be wiser, for Burt's brooding, attractive son George would stop at nothing--not even endangering Emmalynn's life--to clear his father's name. And as the bedazzling Boyd Devlon, who kept suggesting an intimacy with Emmalynn, was quick to point out, if Burt were indeed innocent, the actual killer would be adroit in his ability to muffle Emmalynn's smallest mote of memory.

And then Emmalynn found Henrietta's diary ...and a lurid nightmare of a killer in pursuit of her oblivion began...