The greatest challenge for Grace Cummings will be to solve her own murder.

On a crisp autumn morning in 1959 Grace watched in horrified silence as her husband's experimental jet exploded in a blinding flash. She frantically scanned the horizon for the white bloom of his parachute. It never appeared. Reggie had perished before her eyes.

Two years later she'd uncovered enough evidence to prove the crash was no accident; the jet engine had been rigged to fail. Her investigations, however, had not gone unnoticed.

A shadowy figure emerged from the darkness and attacked, leaving Grace for dead, her head coming to rest on the bumper of her beloved 1957 Thunderbird. She would remain here until life slipped silently away.

...but death is not always thorough...

Her life force becomes fused with the car; an element, a component. It becomes her sheet metal prison, and all that venture near will know her pain and feel her wrath.

The car is eventually bought by a young woman with no knowledge of the tormented soul trapped within, but from the moment they meet, there is a connection, a bond, a trust.

Over time, Grace reveals the tragic details of her past, and together they begin to assemble the long dormant clues of sabotage and murder, all the while being pursued by a demented billionaire bent on destroying the car that had nearly killed him.

Grace is coming, and she will find her husband's killers or destroy herself trying.

...whichever comes first...