The groundskeeper who awakened Megan Phillips on the 14th-hole fairway of the Schenley Park golf course assumed she was sleeping off a drunk. He was wrong. Megan didn't drink. In fact, until then she was well in control of her life--attractive, confident, competent and in line for a vice presidency at the pharmaceutical company where she worked. Suddenly, Megan had to confront a blank in her life, a 38 hour blank. Her neighbor Gus couldn't help reconstruct the missing day and a half, and even Dr. Snooks of the Pittsburgh Psychiatric Clinic could not draw any memories from her unconscious. It was as if an eraser had wiped out a piece of her past.

When she started to get the phone calls, conversations she forgot as soon as she hung up, she realized her blackout was something more. Slowly she began to understand that during the period she couldn't recall, she had been with someone. Someone who had hypnotized her and told her and told her to...to...

She couldn't remember. No matter how hard she racked her brain, she couldn't remember who had called, or what had been said. She just didn't know. What she did know was that the only way to regain control of her life was to find the mysterious hypnotist...and kill him.