Outside the house, its cold and dark.Inside, where its warm, children are sleeping.D.I. Sean Corrigan might have a tiny new office at Scotland Yard and a huge new beatall of Londonbut the job is the same. His team has a knack for catching the sickest criminals on either side of the Thames, thanks in large part to Corrigans uncanny ability to place himself inside the mind of a predator.But he just cant get a read on this new case. Four-year-old George Bridgeman went to sleep in his bedroom in a leafy London suburb . . . and wasnt there in the morning. No tripped alarms. No broken windows. No sign of forced entry or struggle.As his investigation zeroes in on a suspect, Corrigans gut tells him it doesnt add up. Then another child is taken. Now someones toying with Corrigan. And the game is about to turn deadly.