Gabriel didn’t really like remembering how this notebook ended up in his hands. A dirty story. Long ago, in childhood, he and a gang of boys stole a bag from a stranger. There was nothing valuable in it—only spare clothes and an ordinary notebook.
Gabriel read that notebook filled with an endless stream of words written together, without spaces. He read it for ten years. It was a diary written in the first person. About how the man killed women—with horrifying, blood-chilling details. Just seven women—seven nightmare murders. And when Gabriel turned the last page, he understood: they would meet. He and that very man who had written the diary…