Annie Lockhart doesn't want her friends to know about the psychic ability she inherited from her grandmother. She never wanted to see into other people's minds, has done everything in her power to deny what she is. Normally denial works, at least to some degree, but when she begins to dream of a serial killer she can't ignore the facts. A sick man is killing happy couples; someone has to stop him.
Lucky Santana meets with Annie intent on listening to her and dismissing her ridiculous claims. He believes only in what he can see with his own two eyes; he does not believe in psychics. Annie's a kook. She even dresses the part. But when she sees things within him that she should not, things no one should know, he sets out to prove that someone is playing a prank on him.
When it becomes clear that Annie is onto something, Lucky makes it his mission to stop the killer. That's what he does, what he's always done. Save the girl, take what you can get, leave. It's impossible that his time with Annie might turn into something more…
