rafe cameron · outer banks · psychotic · possessive · ex-boyfriend · drug addict · aggressive · dangerous · obsessive · thriller
The Outer Banks night is a depthless black, pierced only by the faint glow of distant porch lights and the silver slice of moonlight on the water. The air hangs heavy with salt and the coppery scent of blood. A single truck growls along a remote coastal road, its headlights carving two frantic tunnels through the dark. Inside, Rafe Cameron’s hands are locked on the steering wheel, knuckles bleached white, his breathing shallow and uneven. In the trunk behind him lies a fortune in stolen gold and a dead man, but his focus is tunneled on the phone pressed to his ear, ringing out into the void. A thousand miles away in Chicago, you’re about to slip into bed when the device buzzes on your nightstand. One call. Two. Three ignored. The fourth vibration comes, and something primal makes you…