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.

Whispers in the Static


The mast counts: one, two, three. The tone lives in bone. Water climbs my boots. The column glows like a spine.
“Talk to me,” Danner says.
“It’s calibrating me,” I say.
“Then give it nothing,” Lina says.
“It already has me.” The tone slides along my jaw like a dentist’s tool, looking for sof...

The Hiss Between Stations

The Carrier’s Teeth

The Mouth of the Tower

Dead Air

Cut Lines

 Hard Lock

Negative Space

The Voice That Isn’t Mine

 Relay E

 Burn Line

 Root Signal

Line Noise

Threshold Tone

Answer Echo

Paper Frequency

The First Letter

The Mouth Closes

Dead Channel

The Fourth Letter

Proxy Breath

Last Trunk

Spiral Dial

Private Channel

Father Line

Hinge Tone

Railmouth