He doesn't just kill - he arranges, he displays, he curates his victims like art. Katie Ford has to think like a collector to find the one piece he's still missing.

A killer is recreating history's most infamous murders, staged with the precision of a student honoring a master. FBI behavioral analyst Katie Ford sees the pattern — now she has to prove it before he completes his masterpiece.

He becomes the people he hunts, wearing their lives until no one notices they're gone. Katie Ford is chasing a man with no face of his own - and he's already learning hers.

No prints, no witnesses, no pattern anyone can name - a killer who leaves nothing but bodies. Katie Ford hunts a phantom the Bureau swears doesn't exist.

Two crime scenes, identical down to the last thread - except they happened a hundred miles apart at the same hour. Katie Ford is hunting a killer who shouldn't be able to be in two places at once.

He keeps them alive for weeks, and he wants Katie Ford to hear every minute of it. The clock is the cruelest weapon he owns, and he's started it for her.

To him, every murder is a level, every victim a move, and Katie Ford is the opponent he's been waiting for. Lose the game and more people die - and he never plays fair.

He takes them quietly, one by one, and keeps them somewhere no search has ever reached. Katie Ford races to find the place before the next name on his list becomes hers.

This time the killer isn't following his victims - he's following Katie Ford. The hunter has become the hunted, and he knows exactly where she sleeps.