Declan stole from the wrong people. If you could even call them “people.” Now the woman in green who hired him has vanished, along with her payment. His daughter’s gone from her bed. And in her place there’s some … thing wearing her clothes, her face, her voice. It’s here to help. Sort of. Maybe.
With less than a day to track down his double-crossing client, give back what he stole from the haunted halls of that strange, echoing house, and recover his daughter before she’s gone for good, Declan’s going to need all the help he can get.
I’m drawn to weird, off-kilter ideas, and a horror-tinged collision between fairy tales and contemporary crime proved too tantalizing to resist writing.