Dead Lines, Open Mic
A Dispatcher Thriller

About this book:

Two a.m. in a basement dispatch center. The screens go dark. The phones go dead. And on the only line still humming—a decommissioned analog frequency nobody monitors anymore—a voice whispers a name only two people in the room should know.

Maren Kelly runs on instinct and caffeine, clearing the queue with a scalpel's precision. Leo Ruiz runs on protocol and perfect pitch, documenting every call like it's scripture. They've hated each other's rhythm for two years. But when a caller vanishes mid-sentence, replaced by a low brass note that crashes their entire grid, the console rivals become the only lifeline for a woman named Ellen—and the only ones who can track a ghost signal through seventy years of buried copper before the city wakes up blind.

*Dead Lines, Open Mic* is a locked-room thriller wired for the modern age: no gunfights, no car chases, just two dispatchers, a dead board, and a hunter who knows the infrastructure better than they do. Chapter by chapter, the frequency narrows. The static clears. And the next call might be yours.