Death by Voicemail

In Charleston, the gas lamps still burn along Meeting Street and the old families still smile at one another across church pews. Beneath the gentility, a development empire is buying the city out from under its most vulnerable residents - and the people who notice have a way of dying on schedule.
Sarah Dubois has built a career on noticing. A hometown investigative reporter who returned to the streets where she learned to ride a bike, she's chasing a corruption story that keeps brushing up against people she loves. Then the first voicemail arrives: a flat, synthesized voice, breaking a name into syllables, predicting a death down to the day. When the prediction comes true - and the message vanishes without a trace - Sarah realizes she isn't reporting the story anymore. She's in it.
No recordings. No proof. No one who believes her except Derek Campbell, a private investigator carrying the scars of the case that ended his time on the force and a code he can't seem to keep: never get involved with a client. As the voicemails close in on Sarah's own deadline, the two of them follow the money through shell companies and silenced witnesses to a man whose patience is matched only by his cruelty - and to a night, decades ago, that ties the Whisperer's vengeance directly to Sarah's mother.
Taut, atmospheric, and grounded in a Charleston that feels utterly real, Death by Voicemail is a thriller about the cost of the truth and the long memory of injustice - and the first standalone case in the Derek Campbell mystery series.