Miel Conde doesn't exist.
There's no record of her birth, life, or crimes. The only evidence she's left behind is carved into my flesh.
Armed with a name, a blurry photo, and a gnawing need for revenge, I've spent the past year searching for a ghost. A ghost that haunts both my dreams and my nightmares. A ghost that was just caught on security cameras in Miami.
Miel Conde tortured me and left me for dead. When I punish her, I won't be taking any chances.
This time, only one of us is walking away alive.