CRIMSON SECRET

, usually alive with the sound of jazz and chatter, were now unsettlingly quiet. For weeks, whispers of strange occurrences had gripped the c

l than the last, and despite her experience, she felt no closer to understanding what kind of killer she was dea

lways been a place where the veil between the living and the dead was thin, but recently, that veil seemed to be tearing apart. She had b

paused as her phone bu

rs, come to 313 Ru

as a lead, and she wasn't about to ignore it. Checking her watch, it was 11:45 PM.

y now? It could easily be a trap, but her instincts told her it was something more. She couldn't shak

tucked away in a part of the city most people had long forgotten. The windows were dark, and the only sign

mpty, filled with people who seemed more interested in blending into the shad

is dark eyes met hers, and for a moment, time seemed to freeze. There was something about him-something tha

When she was close enough, he smiled-a slow, knowing smile th

smooth, velvety voice. "