Raymond Harris has looked into the eyes of the dead before, but none 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. Ray knew her likes and dislikes. He knew everything about her, because she was his Godchild. She was the granddaughter of Ray's best friend, and Ray knew her grandpa would seek revenge. Finding her killer would become the driving force in Ray's life. The deceased was beautiful, kind, and caring. Everyone loved her, and she didn't desire to die. Her name was Innocence.