The fog always comes back.
Freya Blake left Cold Harbor six years ago and swore she'd never set foot on that coastline again. The town holds too many ghosts - her mother's death, her father's silence, and a version of herself she worked hard to leave behind.
Then her sister vanishes.
Sophie went out for a routine night dive and never came home. Her boat was found anchored exactly where it should be, gear folded neatly on deck, as if she meant to come right back. The official story is an accident. Freya knows better.
Because Sophie isn't the first.
Women have been disappearing along this stretch of coast for years - quietly, in the fog, without a trace - and the town has always had a story ready to explain it away. Bad luck. Wine and wet rocks. A local legend nobody takes seriously enough to investigate.
As Freya digs into her sister's last days, she uncovers a town built on silence. A father carrying debts to dangerous men. A reclusive lighthouse keeper who knows far more than he's willing to say. A charter captain who's just a little too eager to help. And a story everyone in Cold Harbor dismisses as folklore - until the evidence starts saying otherwise.
Freya has spent her career pulling people out of the water alive. She knows how to read a current, how to move through zero visibility, how to work against the clock when every second matters. None of that has prepared her for this.
Because the closer she gets to the truth, the clearer it becomes: whatever is hunting Cold Harbor has been doing this for a very long time.
And it isn't finished yet.