Fear made their hearts race, palms sweat, breaths come in panicked gasps.nbsp;nbsp;Dr. Maggie Lyon's phobia patients sat in their therapy group, imprisoned by their own secret terrors, depending on her to set them free . . .nbsp;nbsp;"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.nbsp;nbsp;The speedometer climbed toward 100, and the driver squealed in delight.nbsp;nbsp;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.nbsp;nbsp;Dr. Maggie Lyons felt a chill when she heard about the suicide and the accident.nbsp;nbsp;Two of her patients were dead, and the authorities believed she was to blame.nbsp;nbsp;Unless someone had murdered them.nbsp;nbsp;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.