Liv Strand

She knows what the ice hides — and can't stop digging

Liv Strand

The cold case file on her desk has been open longer than some of her victims were alive. She knows every detail by heart—the missing girl's favorite song, the exact shade of her winter coat—but can't remember what she ate for breakfast yesterday. The obsession isn't a choice anymore; it's the only thing keeping her breathing.

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