Young Broadbrim's Deal With Death

A detective's greatest enemy isn't the criminal he can't catch. It's the doubt that he never will.

Old Broadbrim has spent a lifetime putting monsters behind bars. He has never failed to get his man. But Ignatius Morello is something different — a phantom who bends minds, commands loyalty through fear, and vanishes like smoke the moment the trap closes. Twice Broadbrim has cornered him. Twice Morello has walked free.

Now the great detective barely recognizes himself. His hair has gone whiter. His shoulders bow under the weight of a case that won't break. He lies awake imagining knives at his back, and every morning the mirror shows a man being hollowed out from the inside.

Then a slip of paper appears beneath his office door. Just a name. Written in a hand that isn't his. Morello is still in New York — watching, waiting, and close enough to deliver a message.

Young Harry Wilson is convinced the fight isn't over. But when Harry takes a seemingly routine society case, he finds himself locked in a stranger's room, poisoned by degrees, and face to face with a cool-eyed man whose gaze feels disturbingly familiar.

The fiend isn't hiding anymore. He's hunting.

Can Old Broadbrim unmask the most dangerous enemy of his career before Morello finishes what he started — and buries both Broadbrims for good?