The House Sitter

THE PERFECT ESCAPE . . . OR THE PERFECT TRAP?

TWO WEEKS AGO

I woke up in a hotel room next to a dead man, with no memory of the night before.
Panicked, I cleared up any trace that I was there and fled.

ONE WEEK AGO

I was offered the perfect escape: the chance to housesit a gorgeous villa in a remote corner of Italy.
Desperate to get away, I jumped at the chance.

NOW

The owners have unexpectedly shown up at the house. The only problem?
They’re the family of the man I woke up next to, two weeks ago.

ONE OF THEM KNOWS MY SECRET.
AND THEY’VE COME TO FIND ME.