"You're late," he whispered, his hand hovering over the final lever.
The killer wasn't just playing a game; he was working on a schedule. Every forty-eight hours, a new body appeared, meticulously posed, with a small, rusted clock pinned to their chest—always set to midnight. Download Shadow's Deadline (Shadow Islan Mary Stone epub
She knew the history of this place. Shadow Island was a graveyard of secrets, and she was digging them up one by one. Her partner, FBI Special Agent Winter, was already down at the old cannery, following a lead on a suspicious purchase of antique clock parts. But Autumn felt the pull of the lighthouse—the highest point on the island and the only place that hadn't been searched. "You're late," he whispered, his hand hovering over