I LET MYSELF IN

In the eight months shes known him, Sarahs never been allowed past Michaels front door. He wont tell her why. Their relationship exists in a whirlwind of bars, hotels, and Sarahs own flat. Everything about him is perfect – except her unshakable feeling somethings off.

Then one day, Sarah makes a copy of his key. She tells herself shell never use it… until she reads the description of a man wanted in connection with a missing woman. And she lets herself in.

Finally, she discovers everything hes been hiding. His rammed house is a time capsule of clutter.

As Sarah visits the house in secret, digging deeper through a lifetime of possessions, she comes to suspect that everything about Michael and her relationship with him is a carefully constructed lie, designed to cover his tracks and hide his true nature.

For sometimes, theres no better place for a killer to hide their trophies than in plain sight. And when Michaels key turns in the lock, there may be no escape.