Bermuda is known for its turquoise waters and pink-sand beaches, but a bruised violet sky is about to bring a different kind of tide.
As a hurricane claws its way up the Atlantic, the residents of this isolated archipelago are bolting their shutters and bracing for the worst. But as the first winds begin to scream through the cedar trees, the elements are the least of their worries. Inside the mahogany-lined halls of Government House, the ultimate symbol of British power, a representative of the Crown has been found dead. The door was locked from the inside. The killer is still among them.
A retired detective with a mind that refuses to switch off, Diane knows that in a place as small as Bermuda, everyone is connected by blood, debt, or a shared history of secrets. The local police are paralyzed, caught between a natural disaster and a political powder keg that has been decades in the making. While the rain hammers the white-stepped roofs, Diane begins to realize that this was a calculated execution, timed to the thunderous applause of the crashing surf.
In a land of millionaires and outcasts, who can you trust when the lights go out?
As the eye-wall hits and the island is plunged into a literal and figurative void, the predator moves. From the narrow, twisting streets of Hamilton to the jagged cliffs of St. David's, the rising tide is washing away more than just the sand. It's erasing the footprints of a murderer who is just getting started.
Diane must race against the barometer to find the truth before the storm claims its next victim. In the eye of a hurricane, the most dangerous thing isn't the wind or the waves-it's the person standing right behind you.
Murder is just the start. The real storm is only beginning.
If you crave locked-room puzzles with a tropical twist and high-stakes political intrigue, this atmospheric thriller will leave you breathless.