Death is a promise.
If there was anything that Detective Sam Wesson knew in his life as a cop it was this truth. The death of his partner in New York was just the tip of the iceberg. Now in Boston, he is thrust into a new world where the citizens are dropping into mysterious comas. The cause for them is unbelievable and straight out of Hell.
The man arrogantly leaned against the iron posts of the swing set. Even from this distance, Sam could see the black eyes baring down on him. Angel, demon or human, Sam didn't care. He looked human enough to him and he had thoroughly pissed the detective off. Ignoring the winds and the slight spitting of sprinkles, Sam deliberately strode towards the stalker.
