“Mikah Abner has spent fifteen years believing that doing the right thing was always enough. The murders in Vryehelm are teaching him something worse.”— Mikah Abner
Mikah Abner has spent fifteen years believing that doing the right thing was always enough. Frysia's occupation taught him otherwise. The murders in Vryehelm are teaching him something worse.
He is the best detective in the free south. Precise. Controlled. Buried in his work the way some men are buried in graves. He hides inside procedure because the alternative is feeling what's underneath it — and Mikah has spent fifteen years making very sure nobody finds out what's underneath it.
The Vryehelm case should be simple. A killer. A pattern. Evidence. But this case keeps folding back on itself. The suspect knows things about Mikah that nobody alive should know. And every time Mikah gets close to the truth, he loses something — and he can't say what.
It is not a whodunit. It is a why-did-he.