Philadelphia real estate magnate James McMillan has “disappeared” three former mistresses, although Detective Elizabeth Owens has no proof of his crimes. She rose from one of the city’s worst neighborhoods to decorated Army MP and now works the Domestic Violence Unit, the worst assignment at the Philadelphia Police Department. She also has no idea McMillan has been using his vast influence to hinder her career after she had a violent encounter with him back when she was a cop on patrol.
After a tragic triple homicide, she and her partner—a fellow Army veteran—resolve not to sit back and simply react to abuse cases. They decide there must be a limit on how many calls begging for help a woman needs to make before something is done, either legally or otherwise. Twenty-seven. After twenty-seven calls they vow to protect and serve, by any means necessary. Their Army and police careers taught them quite a bit about violence, intimidation, and, most importantly, how to get away with it.
The more Owens looks into his history, the more pressure McMillan applies in his vendetta which grows increasingly sinister and violent. With no proof that any crime has been committed, the police can’t even question the billionaire who exists behind a “financial curtain” of secrecy, lawyers, and walls—both physical and economic.
McMillan’s battles are fought by his highly-paid proxies, but he soon discovers that he’s made a grave error in underestimating his adversary. Owens finds allies in other women who are determined that James McMillan will not claim another victim.
