As I've often told you, you suffer from a pathological trust in the human race. ... One day I can see it getting you into serious trouble. And who knows, that time may just have come....

Martha Crayle's latest errand of mercy did seem to be having rather unpleasant repercussions. Harboring a young lady who had applied for assistance at the National Guild for Unmarried Mothers was something that Martha was more than happy to do until the girl could get settled. Which didn't take long, because within twenty-four hours a husband materialized. He should have been the answer to this maiden's prayer. Except for one thing: he had a bullet in him.

For the first time she could remember, Martha Crayle doubted the motives of someone else. And in so doubting, she discovered an elaborate tissue of deceit that dramatically changed her life. In fact, it almost ended it....