The chilling third book in the Hidden Faces suspense series I pushed myself forward, off the path, noticing for the first time the signs of earlier passage-the matted earth, broken twigs. And I knew. My mouth turned cottony. The fickle breeze changed again as if to taunt me, accuse me for denying. It hit me full in the face with the smell. "Mmmmom." Fear pulled Kelly's voice like an overstretched rubber band. " It's okay, Kelly, It's...I'm just going to..." All words fell away. I licked my lips, took three halting steps. My maddening, visual brain churned out pictures of colorless faces on a cold slab--Debbie Lille, victim number one; Wanda Deminger, number three...He'b been here. No denying, not anymore. He'd ragged this one right where I now stumbled. I'd entered a crime scene, and I could not bear to see what lay at the end...This is a story about evil. This is a story about God's power. A string of murders terrorizes citizens in the Redding, California, area. The serial killer is cunning, stealthy. Masked by day, unmasked by night. Forensic artist Annie Kingston discovers the sixth body practically in her own backyard. Is the location a taunt aimed at her?;One by one,, Annie must draw the unknown victims for identification. Dread mouths. Who will be taken next? Under a crushing oppression, Annie and other Christians are driven to pray for God's intervention as they've never prayed before. With page-turning intensity, Dead of Night dares to pry open the mind of evil. Twisted actions can wreak havoc on earth, but the source of wickedness lies beyond this world. Annie learns where the real battle takes place- and that a Christian's authority through prayer is the ultimate, unyielding weapon.