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The claustrophobic space gave her the creeps.

Meg walked slowly through the bowels of the ferry’s empty parking deck, as dark and silent as catacombs. The sight of it tightened the knot of nerves in her chest. And reminded her just how terrified she’d been above deck not a couple of hours ago.

She got in her car, eager to meet Jack and head over to the police station. As jittery as she was, she locked the doors.

She refused to believe that the attack on the ferry had been anything other than random—brutal, terrifying, life-shaking—and yet not the slightest bit personal. She wouldn’t let a killer steal away the peace in her soul.

As she eased the car down the ramp, something rustled behind her seat. Shopping bags fell over, spilling their contents. A dark shadow rose to fill the rearview mirror.

She looked up, and into the deep, menacing hood of an orange raincoat. Could it be? The Raincoat Killer was real…and here for her.…