elevation 7000 ft, a quintessential mountain town where a recent slew of stabbings might make it just as hard to breathe as the altitude.
Police Detective Luis Ortega races to crack the case, journalist Miles Harper tries to juggle covering the case and saving his career, and traveler Maddy Sullivan tries to outrun her troubled past. Will Ortega hunt down the killer before he strikes again? Or will his investigation only lead him to more questions? Will Miles go deep enough reporting on the murders and keep his job? And will Maddy leave her ghosts behind, or will she be running forever?
a sharp detective, two fast friends, and a killer count down to the next cut.
Rafat paused in his cleaning, stepped outside, and pulled out his golden fountain pen, a birthday present from his mother. That was the advantage to night cleaning. He could always stop to capture a couple of lines. He couldn't be certain, but it felt like his songs were getting stronger.
Night sky, tight sky
everything all right sky,
soon no moon,
babe, let's croon.
Maybe spoon? Both old-fashioned words which his mom would appreciate, haha.
He was about to start another verse, but before he could write "Light sky," he saw a flash of something in his peripheral vision, something shining in the dusty moonlight.
"No!" he thought, turning to face the assailant, Rafat's pen extended like a weapon.
The knife cut into him before he could lunge. It struck again and again. The young man was dead before he hit the ground, notebook clenched in his hand. His cherished fountain pen rolled quietly away from his body, as steps retreated.