"Taut, smart and electrifying." --Liv Constantine

A new thriller from a writer who's been compared to Michael Crichton, Alfred Hitchcock, Raymond Chandler, Blake Crouch, and David Cronenberg takes us to the most menacing core of California's upper crust, a class of billionaires with more money than they could spend in an eternity.

Who is Claire Gravesend?

So wonders PI Lee Crowe when he finds her dead, in a fine cocktail dress, on top of a Rolls Royce, in the most dangerous neighborhood in San Francisco. Claire's mother, Olivia, is one of the richest people in California. She doesn't believe the coroner: her daughter did not kill herself. Olivia hires Crowe, who--having just foiled a federal case against a cartel kingpin--is eager for distraction. But the questions about the Gravesend family pile up fast.

First, the autopsy reveals round scars running down Claire's spine, old marks Olivia won't explain. Then, Crowe visits Claire's Boston townhouse and has to fend off an armed intruder. Is it the Feds out for revenge? Or is this connected to the Gravesends? He leaves Boston afraid, but finds his way to Claire's secret San Francisco pied- -terre. It's there that his questions come to a head. Sleeping in an upstairs bedroom, he finds Claire--her face, her hair, her scars--and as far as he can tell, she's alive. And Crowe's back at the start:

Who is Claire Gravesend?