About this book:

When the river mist rolls in, it doesn’t just hide the city—it becomes a silent accomplice to murder. Detective Miles Corbin is called to a chilling tableau beside an ancient weeping willow: a victim posed in a perfect circle of river stones, a white lily clasped in his hands, and no sign of struggle. The scene is a macabre message, and the fog that shrouds it feels less like weather and more like a warning.

As Corbin digs deeper, eerie echoes rise from the water—a lone bell tolling in the night, the slow stroke of oars cutting through the haze, and a cryptic Greek letter Omega found hidden in the dead man’s mouth. Each clue pulls him further into a killer’s ritualistic game, where the river itself seems to carry secrets and the mist amplifies every shadow. The hunt blurs the line between hunter and haunted, and the truth lies just beneath the surface, waiting for the tide to turn.

If you crave a thriller that drips with atmospheric tension, methodical dread, and a relentless pursuit of a mind that treats death as art, *Shadows Over the Riverbank* will pull you under and keep you gasping until the final page. Dive in—if you dare.