What if Jack the Ripper never died? As the skies turn red over Los Angeles, Jack the Ripper roams once more. Saucy Jack is back, and women are dying. Caught up in the case, artist Lizzie Stride is haunted by dreams of the crimes. And even more disturbing? Her name is identical to a victim from 1888. J.R. Damien, a newspaper reporter, is likewise haunted by violent dreams as well, dreams vivid with details only the Ripper could know. Details that later prove true. When he meets Lizzie, he knows something else only the real Ripper would know--she's the next victim. Or will be if he doesn't stop Jack, even if that means stopping himself. Does reincarnation really exist? Are Lizzie and Damien doomed to play out the same hideous dance of death from more than a century ago in the streets of London? And why is he unable to resist Lizzie? Why is she helplessly drawn to him? In a struggle between love and death, which will prevail?