A fiercely independent radio DJ with a razor-sharp wit and a love for true crime—both a shield and a distraction from the guilt gnawing at her. She’s spent five years burying the disappearance of her younger brother, but the static between her thoughts grows louder every time she lies to herself about that night.
The voice on the line doesn’t breathe. And it knows the name I haven’t spoken in ten years.
Lila Monroe’s midnight radio show is the only light in a fog-choked coastal town—until the calls start. A whisper predicts a murder. Then another. Each crime ties back to the brother she lost a decade ago, the one she swore she’d never think about again. The caller isn’t just watching her. He’s using her. And the static between his words sounds suspiciously like a child’s laugh.
A fiercely independent radio DJ with a razor-sharp wit and a love for true crime—both a shield and a distraction from the guilt gnawing at her. She’s spent five years burying the disappearance of her younger brother, but the static between her thoughts grows louder every time she lies to herself about that night.
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