Death sucks. Especially when it’s camped out in your own front yard.
Since moving in with my father four months ago, I’ve learned that everybody here has dark secrets and mine are the darkest of them all.
Somebody is out for blood and they won’t stop until everybody I love is dead.
I don’t know who to trust anymore. If only I could figure out who is messing with me… before it’s too late.
Lines are crossed, lives are taken, and the worst part is that I’ve become the best liar of them all.