Suzanna Kane's move to big-city Boston might have been the first failure in Plan: Adult Life that a bottle of wine couldn't fix. The only thing unpacked in Zanna's new post-university, parent-free apartment was her pet fish. And it was dead.

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...As was the body she stumbled over later that night.

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These feel like omens for something fishier when an anonymous author starts emailing a chapter a day to her publishing firm of a serial murder plot that all too coincidentally seems to mirror her own life, blurring reality and fiction and threatening to leave her belly up in the Charles River no matter how many pets she replaces to appease Karma.