Chapter 1
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Chapter 1
Danny Messer's day started out pretty normal. He got up, showered, and kissed his wife and children as he left for work. He worked hard all day and managed to get a confession out of a serial killer. It was only as he walked home that things started to seem strange.
As he came out of the precinct, Danny could have sworn he saw a dark-haired figure watching him. As soon as he turned his head, however, the figure disappeared and Danny was left staring at a trash can. Must be the fumes in the lab, he thought to himself. God knows how many times Gerrard has complained about them.
He stopped to buy a hot dog, as he hadn't had lunch that day. About to take his first bite, he heard someone call his name out, almost wistfully. Again, nobody was there.
When Danny arrived home, he was pulled into a hug by Lindsay. "I missed you, cowboy," she whispered, laying her head on his chest. "The kids are in bed, so I thought we could have the night to ourselves."
"Sounds good."
They went over to the couch, switched on the TV and sat down, cuddled into each other. "Someone called for you today," said Lindsay. "It was a woman, Brooklyn accent, didn't give me her name. Anything you want to tell me?"
"What exactly are you accusing me of?" asked Danny, his voice rising. "You know I would never do anything to hurt you or the kids."
Lindsay looked away. The phone suddenly rang.
"Messer."
"Danny?"
Danny's mouth fell open in shock; he recognised that voice…
"Danny, it's Aiden. I need your help."