Namaste

A married woman. Four days in her husbands house. Someone was watching the whole time.

Mike is thirty-eight, tending bar at a Vietnamese restaurant in Dallas and still telling people hes a screenwriter. Then Kira walks in out of the rain. Shes a yoga teacher from Florida, in town for a certification course, with a pale band of skin where her ring should be, and she listens to him like nobody ever has.

She invites him to Florida while her husband is away. Four days in another mans house. His coffee mugs. His robe. His boat at the end of the dock. Mike comes home and writes the best thing hes ever written about it.

Months later, at 3:40 in the morning, a message arrives from a number he doesnt know.

We read Four Days.

They want every page. Every copy. The laptop too. And they have a photo of Mike, barefoot in that Florida kitchen, taken from high in a corner of the ceiling.

Kira belongs to the Open Lotus Sangha, a circle of gentle people who drink tea, hold space, and keep very careful records. Now they want Mike. And the family who took him in when he had nothing is about to pay for what he did.

For readers of Caroline Kepnes and Lisa Jewell, NAMASTE is a psychological thriller about a man who walked into a trap with his eyes open.