Raymond Harris has looked into the eyes of the dead before, but none has ever touched him like the eyes of a sixteen-year-old girl found murdered in an abandoned house on the outskirts of Franklin, Kentucky.  Her death struck a nerve because Ray knew her.  He knew her likes and dislikes.  He knew all her friends.  He knew everything about her because she was his Godchild.  She was also Ray’s best friend’s granddaughter, and Ray knew her short-tempered grandpa would want revenge.  Finding her killer would become the driving force in Ray’s life.  The deceased was beautiful, kind, and caring.  Everyone loved her.  She didn’t deserve to die.  Her name was Innocence.