Tess's apartment complex is bugged with hidden cameras. She’d know; she installed them to spy on her ex. When her casual stalking catches a deer-masked intruder abducting her neighbor—who then turns up partially-preserved and completely dead—she must venture into the tunnels beneath Seattle, hunting a killer hell-bent on hunting her.
I hated him. It was a burning, live passion that sizzled in my veins and possessed my every thought. Yet, I loved him. My Colton. I loved his raucous laugh and the way he slapped his knees when he watched sitcoms. I loved his wayward curls and how his lip trembled when he’d asked me to marry him.
My empty ring finger shook as I held it up in the moonlight and lost my grip on the rusted railing. The fire escape shuddered beneath me in consolation. What was I doing out here? It was the middle of the night. I shoved my curly brown hair out of my face, but several strands clung to my sweaty cheeks. It was an unseasonably hot night for Seattle, well over 80 still, and muggy as hell. The kind of humidity that sucked the breath out of you and left your lungs sticky and tight.
My gaze traveled over the fire escape to the sleeping neighborhood of houses below. A few blue lights flickered in the windows, night owls watching late-night television more than likely, but most of the houses were dark. Even my complex towering beside me, a precarious box of six apartments stacked two-by-two, was dark. There would be no lights to guide my way when I crept up the creaking fire escape, not even from the Orville’s place at the top where Doug the perv spent his nights perusing porn.
Just go back inside. Stop being a psycho.