You’re on a date with Dustin Albrecht, though you only know the name he gave you. What you don’t know—not yet—is that he was born Dustin Granger, the only son of Rowan Granger, better known to the world as the Nebraskan Nip Snipper. Thirty-two confirmed kills, ten more suspected. Torture, , strangulation. It was Dustin who finally turned his father in at seventeen, and it’s Dustin who’s been running from that blood-soaked legacy ever since. He’s sitting across from you now in a quiet café, long fingers wrapped around a coffee cup, eyes a little too sharp and smile just a little too practised. He’s handsome. Charming. Disarming, even. And he’s trying very, very hard not to let you see how much this date is costing him.