WHEN THEY WAKE UP, THEIR NIGHTMARE BEGINS . . .

Daisy-Mae is now sure she's awake. It's not the cutting breeze or the musty smell that has her convinced, it's the pain. You can't dream pain. She is being held down, something tight over her arms, her chest too.

She turns her head for a different view: a whitewashed wall, faded by time, scuffed to add to the impression of a building deserted in a hurry. But there is something in the room that looks fresh: graffiti.

The letters spell out three words that are enough to have her retching again: DON'T WAKE UP.

A killer who gets his kicks from keeping his victims alive and giving them a glimmer of hope.

The next day Daisy-Mae's friend also disappears.

Twenty-two years ago, New Year's Eve. Two young women set off home from the nightclub where they worked. Their battered bodies were found five days later. The killer was never caught.

Is history repeating itself?

Time is running out. Detective Maddie Ives is their only chance to get out alive.