Coping with being attacked and left for dead isn't easy, but Samantha Moon is grateful that she survived ― until she suspects she didn't. Vanishing from mirrors is only the first of a series of bizarre events that defies explanation, even to her trained investigative mind. A severe allergy to the sun, alertness at night, inability to eat food that isn't blood, and worst of all: she can't remember the last time she needed the bathroom. Of course, it's not all bad. Years have fallen off her face, her hair is perfect, her senses are honed, and (assuming she hasn't gone crazy) she can even see in the dark. It's all too much to process, so she does the only thing that makes any sense: tries to go back to work. A huge hat, shades, and half a bottle of high-test sunscreen later, she's back out inspecting properties with her partner Chad. Her first day, she suspects a HUD recipient of having undeclared income. Determined to cling to the career she worked so hard for, Sam traces the money back to small-time arms dealers selling big-time weapons. Everything seems to be routine until her sluggish reflexes get someone shot ― and her husband suffers an emotional breakdown. Worse, she faces a more insidious and dangerous enemy than an apocalyptic militia group with military hardware... Daytime.