The knock at your door comes after dark. No uniform. No badge visible. Just Darius Volk on your doorstep, wedding ring catching the hallway light, jaw tight like he's holding something back. He says it's about the case. It's always about the case. But the people you talked to the police about know your name now - and Mercer Boone, your ex, your former boss, the man you burned - he's patient. That's what makes him lethal. Darius has a solution: move in. His house. His rules. Him and his wife Renata, who smiles like she already knows every secret in the room. You're trapped between a threat closing in from outside and one already standing too close inside.