Catching a killer is dangerous—especially if he
lives next door
From the hugely talented author of The Kind Worth
Killing comes an exquisitely chilling tale of a young
suburban wife with a history of psychological instability
whose fears about her new neighbor could lead them both to
murder . . .
Hen and her husband Lloyd have settled into a quiet life in
a new house outside of Boston, Massachusetts. Hen (short for
Henrietta) is an illustrator and works out of a studio
nearby, and has found the right meds to control her bipolar
disorder. Finally, she’s found some stability and peace.
But when they meet the neighbors next door, that calm begins
to erode as she spots a familiar object displayed on the
husband’s office shelf. The sports trophy looks exactly like
one that went missing from the home of a young man who was
killed two years ago. Hen knows because she’s long had a
fascination with this unsolved murder—an obsession she
doesn’t talk about anymore, but can’t fully shake either.
Could her neighbor, Matthew, be a killer? Or is this the
beginning of another psychotic episode like the one she
suffered back in college, when she became so consumed with
proving a fellow student guilty that she ended up hurting a
classmate?
The more Hen observes Matthew, the more she suspects he’s
planning something truly terrifying. Yet no one will believe
her. Then one night, when she comes face to face with
Matthew in a dark parking lot, she realizes that he knows
she’s been watching him, that she’s really on to him. And
that this is the beginning of a horrifying nightmare she may
not live to escape. . .