Between two and four in the morning, the world thins.
Gas stations, diners, truck stops, places designed to stay lit when everything else shuts down. One worker. One register. One back door no one is supposed to use alone.
When a convenience store clerk is found dead behind a rural station, the case looks simple. No witnesses. No robbery. No urgency. Just another overnight death filed away before sunrise. But one detective notices something most people don’t, the hour.
As similar incidents surface across county lines, each quietly ruled accidental or inconclusive, a pattern begins to take shape. Not of motive or signature, but of timing. Of isolation. Of policies that teach compliance and nights where help takes too long to arrive.
Night Shift is a slow-burn crime novel about the hours no one watches, the people who work them, and the danger that grows when routine replaces vigilance. Told with procedural realism and psychological restraint, it follows an investigation that must fight not only a patient offender, but a system designed to look away until morning.