The murders look like the work of a cult. Inverted crosses. Crowns braided from the victims’ own teeth. Whole families staged like altars to something with no name and no mercy.
FBI Agent Emi Laurens has spent her career catching men who do monstrous things. This isn’t a man. From the first body, she can’t stop hearing a voice she buried fifteen years ago: Abel Ease, the friend she left behind the walls of a psychiatric ward and never came back for.
Abel locked himself away to keep the world safe from what follows him. His great-grandfather was a Nazi who turned slaughter into a science, and the dead that man made have hunted Abel’s blood every night since. Now those same dead show him something new: Emi, dying, over and over. They want him to walk back into the world he ran from.
Saving the one person who never ran from him will cost Abel everything he has left.
Something is wearing these people like suits. It already knows Emi’s name. And the only man alive who can stop it has spent fifteen years praying it would never find him.
Dark Pursuits begins here. The first descent into the dark — and not for the faint of heart.
