Don’t move. Don’t breathe. Don’t die.
Dana Johansen is being watched. Someone has been following his every move for months. Each month that’s passed, they have been getting closer. He doesn’t know who they are or what they want. He just knows that they are after him.
Now, they’re in his house. His refuge. His safe haven. It’s been invaded. If he leaves, the visitor will follow. He’s not sure what to do. One thing is certain — if Dana doesn’t do something, the visitor will.