Night Shift at the Reefer Yard

About this book:

The sodium lights of Port Newark don't illuminate the reefer yard so much as bruise it yellow. For Miller Vance, the graveyard shift is just another cold night babysitting three hundred screaming refrigerated containers—until a unit off the *Northern Star* starts reading forty below, its compressor dies silent, and something behind the sealed doors begins to knock. The manifest says frozen pork. The payload weight says otherwise. And the thing humming a lullaby in the dark above him isn't on any shipping log.

Trapped in a labyrinth of Corten steel where the temperature drops faster than the truth, Miller discovers that the yard's newest arrivals didn't just cross the Atlantic—they brought something back with them. Something that survives at temperatures that should kill anything living. Something that's been waiting in the dark for the power to fail.

*Night Shift at the Reefer Yard* is industrial horror at absolute zero: a relentless, claustrophobic descent into a world where the cold doesn't just preserve—it hunts.