Hood Kripson

The town smiles with cider on its breath, but Detective Cass Ryder knows the soil is sour. Transferred from the city to farm country, she thought she was chasing small-town drunks and cattle rustlers — not graves planted like crops.
When teenagers stumble on a skull beneath the apple trees, the orchard answers with more bodies, each buried upright, each arranged with a farmer’s patience. Locals whisper about the Orchard Man, a ghost story Cass once laughed at. But as the pattern stretches back decades, it knots around her own childhood — and the brother who vanished without a trace.
Every clue points inward. Every secret roots deeper. And when Cass uncovers a fresh grave with her own name scratched on the lid, she realizes the orchard isn’t just a crime scene. It’s a legacy.

The city doesn’t sleep, it whispers.
Detective Rae Mercer has spent her life tuned to static. Her late father was a police radio operator, and the hum of dead frequencies was the soundtrack of her childhood. Now, those same whispers are back, hijacking radio towers across a rust-belt city and bleeding into murder scenes no one can trace.
Every broadcast brings a new body. Every frequency carries a hidden message. And when the killer’s voice begins to taunt her directly, Rae realizes the case is tied to her father’s death—and that she was meant to hear it all along.
Up in the skeleton of an abandoned tower, Rae will have to decide if the truth is worth dying for, or if she’s already become part of the Broadcaster’s deadly signal.