They couldn't be more different. Zooey and Emily. One a tough-minded whore on the run from her abusive pimp. The other a suburban housewife who just walked out on her cheating husband. What they have in common is a man named Frank Noone...a homicidal maniac dangerous and desperate enough to hunt them clear across the country...and turn a peaceful southwestern landscape into a savage place of blood and death.
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