All the Philadelphia attorney knows is that he woke up in the entranceway of his apartment building with his suit in tatters, his socks missing, and a tattoo on his chest that wasn't there the day before - a heart inscribed with the name Chantal Adair. Who is Chantal Adair - a drunken folly or the love of Victor Carl's life? He doesn't know but he intends to find out. As soon as he takes care of his new client, a thief on the run from the law, who wants to make a deal... and has a stolen Rembrandt to use as leverage. But the fine art and the skin art may be more closely linked than Victor realizes. And the closer he comes to making a connection, the closer he comes to being marked, not with a heart, but with a bull's-eye.