Heavy gusts of bedsit nihilism usher in this strange mystery … weirdly page-turning.

Hotel Beresford is a grand, old building, just outside the city. And any soul is welcome. 

Danielle Ortega works nights, singing. She gets by, keeping to herself. Sam Walker gambles and drinks, and can’t keep his hands to himself. Now he’s tied up in a shoe closet with a dent in his head that matches Danielle’s broken ashtray. 

The man in 731 has been dead for two days and his dog has not stopped barking. Two doors down, the couple who always smokes on the window ledge will mysteriously fall

Eli Hagin can't finish anything.

He hates his job, but can't seem to quit. He doesn't want to be with his girlfriend, but doesn't know how end things with her, either. Eli wants to write a novel, but he's never taken a story beyond the first chapter.

He has trouble separating reality from fiction.

When his best friend kills himself, Eli is motivated, for the first time, to finally end something himself, just as Mike did…

A disillusioned nurse suddenly learns how to care.

An injured sportsman wakes up find that he can see only in black and white.

A desperate widower takes too many pills and believes that two angels are ushering him through purgatory.

Two agoraphobic men called Dave share the symptoms of a brain tumour.

And a suicide bomber, riding the Circle Line, day after day, waiting to detonate, waiting for answers to his questions: Am I God? Am I dead? Will I blow up this train?

Maeve has everything. A high-powered job, a beautiful home, a string of uncomplicated one-night encounters. She’s also an addict: A functioning alcoholic with a dependence on sex and an insatiable appetite for killing men. 

When she can’t find a support group to share her obsession, she creates her own. And Psychopaths Anonymous is born.

Now in a serious relationship, Maeve wants to keep the group a secret. But not everyone in the group adheres to the rules. 

For Mrs May, every day’s the same: a cup of cold, black coffee, pruning roses, checking on her tenants, wine and prayer. She never leaves the building.
Abe Schwartz also lives at The Beresford. His housemate, Sythe, no longer does. Abe just killed him.
In exactly 60 seconds, Blair Conroy will ring the doorbell to her new home and Abe will answer.
And, when the time comes for one of them to die, as is always the case at The Beresford, there will be 60 seconds before the next unknowing soul arrives.