Three years ago, someone murdered a man exactly the way Irene wrote it in her bestseller. The killer was never caught, and she never wrote again. Now an unsigned manuscript lands on her desk, describing a murder that hasn't happened yet, in sentences only she could have written. Three days later, it comes true. Someone has been reading not just her books, but the private rhythm of her thoughts.
Three years ago, someone murdered a man exactly the way Irene wrote it in her bestseller. The killer was never caught, and she never wrote again. Now an unsigned manuscript lands on her desk, describing a murder that hasn't happened yet, in sentences only she could have written. Three days later, it comes true. Someone has been reading not just her books, but the private rhythm of her thoughts.
Three years ago, someone murdered a man exactly the way Irene wrote it in her bestseller. The killer was never caught, and she never wrote again. Now an unsigned manuscript lands on her desk, describing a murder that hasn't happened yet, in sentences only she could have written. Three days later, it comes true. Someone has been reading not just her books, but the private rhythm of her thoughts.