Not only Avery's life but also the whole of reality, was in dangerous danger. The fight to stay living wasn't over yet.
Detective James Harper was sitting in the dim, all-too-familiar glow of the megacity police station while chaos broke out in the crooked, twisted mirror of Blackthorn University. The fluorescent lights above gave the worn desks and tired faces of his fellow cops a pale, eerie glow. But something wasn't right tonight.
After years on the police force, Harper's gut told her that something wasn't right. For months, he had been looking into the shady links between Blackthorn University and the criminal underground. Finally, the puzzle pieces were starting to fit together to make a picture that was much darker and scarier than he could have imagined.
He took a quick look at his watch. 3 AM. It was a great time to dig without being caught.
