Hooking up with a cop was supposed to be fun. How joking with Detective Lennox Maison about her handcuffs transformed into her actually arresting me was something I could’ve never predicted. I thought it was a joke at first, but what kind of person would joke about the murder of a local woman? Lennox claimed I was the last one to see her alive. I should have an alibi. I should be able to tell them exactly what I was doing that night. The truth is, I can’t remember, and that argument never holds up in court. I manage to convince her that I’m innocent, only for it to happen again. I not only have to worry about being falsely accused of murder, but now I have to worry if I’ve put Lennox in the crosshairs of a serial killer.