Inside the jacket
I died ninety-nine times on a luxury cruise ship. Every single time, the ship struck the rocks and sank at exactly midnight. And every single time, I failed to find the traitor responsible for the disaster.
Ninety-nine loops. Trapped in a cycle with no way out, my body worn to nothing and my mind on the edge of breaking.
When the hundredth loop began, I gave up. I stopped fighting. All I wanted was to spend my last few hours holding my brand-new wife in my arms.
But the moment I pulled her close, my hands found something hidden beneath her elegant evening gown — something ice-cold, hard…
