DEEP VOID, DARK BLOOD

Previously

…“Lost.” The word hung in the air, a ghost in the machine, a whisper from the deep void. Bodyguard’s hand tightened on his sidearm. The hunt was far from over. In fact, it had just begun. And the darkness he was chasing was not only out there, in the black, but perhaps also within the very circles of power he was forced to navigate. The void was whispering, and Bodyguard, for the first time, felt a chilling certainty that he was not only hunting a killer, but also something far older, far more terrible, and infinitely more patient.