Prologue I stabbed her with a palette knife. Repeatedly. Until she was dead. I know I’m not a killer at heart. But sometimes you do what...

... if this was the year he’d returned to kill her, also. His error. But every year, the odor faded and she continued breathing. After an...

The doors were just closing. He stuck his arm inside to hold them open, joining her in the elevator. Her breath froze for a moment. No,...

She sped along the curving road, darkness surrounding her, redwood trees towering overhead, blocking the moon. Beside her, the phone...