There’s a killer on my doorstep, and she brought mini muffins.
I’m a cop. She’s a killer. …and she’s living in my house.
I should arrest her, make her pay for every life she’s taken … instead I’m fantasizing about her. Wanting her. Craving her. And I don’t know how much longer I can resist.
But the bodies are stacking up. The lies are, too. And the spark that drew me in might become a fire that destroys us both.
