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.
Autumn’s phone buzzed, the screen illuminating the dark room. It was a message from an unknown sender: Tick-tock, Autumn. The deadline is closer than you think. Download Shadow's Deadline (Shadow Islan Mary Stone epub
The wind howled across the rugged cliffs of Shadow Island, carrying the salt-spray of the Atlantic and a chilling sense of finality. Detective Autumn Trent looked out over the churning gray water, the case files for the "Deadline Killer" spread across the scarred wooden desk of her rented cottage. The killer wasn't just playing a game; he