Just wanted to offer up a quick excerpt from an early chapter of the book to give a sense of atmosphere.

Excerpt:

The chill returned, gusting so strong it ruffled his shirt. He readjusted his collar and brushed his neck, but the cold remained. Slippery wet cold like a melting ice cube stroked his shoulder blade and slid out under his short sleeves. The ice melted, spread, and submerged his forearm in the glacial chill. An invisible finger, cold and thin as an icicle, worked its way from his elbow to his wrist.

Garrett jumped out of the booth. Wetness textured like a tongue lapped at his ear. He whirled around. Saw nothing out of the ordinary. Warmth returned to his arm as if it had never left.

Safe. Safe. Safe. He forced a stiff, confident posture. He approached the closest of the room’s windows, risking it shattering in his face. Better to experience that now than after losing the freedom to escape.