Fear made their hearts race, palms sweat, breaths come in panicked gasps. Dr. Maggie Lyon's phobia patients sat in their therapy group, imprisoned by their own secret terrors, depending on her to set them free . . . "The bridge was just a few steps away, and Macklin felt himself running toward it, no longer afraid--even when he climbed up on the railing, even when his scream echoed as he tumbled all the long way down. The speedometer climbed toward 100, and the driver squealed in delight. She never be teased about being "The Snail" agian as she raced down the highway toward the sharp curve and a fiery dive to death. Dr. Maggie Lyons felt a chill when she heard about the suicide and the accident. Two of her patients were dead, and the authorities believed she was to blame. Unless someone had murdered them. Detective Sam Bannister thought so, and now Maggie felt the growing threat of someone in the darkness . . . someone who knew her weakness . . . someone waiting to unleash the dear that kills.