Penny died at 3 a.m. At that moment, the old clock in the sisters Morelli’s living room stopped. Darkness thickened, and Mrs. Owens heard someone knock at her door.
Meanwhile, the sheriff was watching the old Braydel-Wale sawmill and saw light in one of the broken windows.
Not far from him, in a newly rented cottage, writer Jim Allen was sleeping peacefully, like everyone else. That’s why he didn’t see the tall dark figure that passed very close to his window.
Something changed that night in Point Spirit. Something that could disrupt the peaceful flow of their lives—though they don’t know it yet.