The trail leads inward.
Private investigator Vincent Trench has learned not to trust the world at night. He has learned not to trust his memories, either. When Sarah Collins asks him to investigate the death of her boyfriend, Stephen, the case offers one impossible lead: a message from a phone line that no longer exists.
The trail leads to Serwick, a drowned town where abandoned hotels rearrange themselves, a midnight theater knows his name, and every locked door seems to recognize his hands. Beneath the fog, something is preserving the wreckage of an old experiment—and something else is still trying to get out.
“The machinery knows his body.”
For readers who like atmospheric mysteries, morally compromised narrators, and horror that leaves the light on after the last page.