In the storm-lashed heights of Manhattan’s InterContinental Tower, Detective Lieutenant Marcus Vale arrives at suite 907 on a rain-soaked Friday night. Before he even steps inside, three grim certainties settle over him like damp fog: the occupant is beyond help, the metallic stench of blood and early decay has already seeped into the hallway, and whatever waits behind the door will devour the last scraps of his weekend.
