Sunday Suspense Guide

He paused at the door. “Come, Rohan. Let’s go meet a ghost.”

Tonight’s file was thin, almost insultingly so. It contained only three photographs and a single typed sheet. Sunday Suspense

Inside, Dev Mitra had been found slumped over his mahogany desk, a glass of wine toppled beside him, and on the wall behind him—written in what appeared to be his own blood—the words: THE THIRD SUNDAY. He paused at the door

“What?”