Sonny Dankovic loves his job as a superintendent of an apartment building. He likes the tenants, and they trust him to be there for them-no matter what. Then why does he want to commit suicide? Sonny has this secret which leads him to believe he'd be better off dead. So he makes detailed plans on how to accomplish his objective. But just as soon as he starts his latest attempt, one of the tenants has an emergency, and Sonny comes to their rescue. In the nick of time, the trigger isn't pulled; his wrists aren't slashed; or he doesn't drown himself. He is at his rope's end. What is keeping him alive? Divine intervention? Fate? Karma? Or something else?
They make an unlikely trio: a grandmother--she's sixty-six; her granddaughter--she's fourteen; and her grandson--he's ten. When up against a horrific home invasion, what chance do they have against three masked gunmen?
When Avery Archer, an eleven-year-old boy, telephones Ken Driscoll, a young accountant, and pleads for help in escaping from his kidnappers, Ken thinks the boy is playing a sick prank. But after several daily calls, Ken truly believes the boy is in danger. When Ken contacts the local police for assistance, he learns Avery was abducted sixty-seven years ago and eaten by alligators in a nearby lake. Were they just prank telephone calls in the middle of the night, or was it a desperate cry for help? The calls eventually force Ken to examine what is important in his life. His job? His relationship with his fiancée? Or the life of the boy at the end of the telephone line?
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