A man who has been dead for thirty years just turned up in a Washington, D.C. library.
No cameras caught who put him there. The ID in his pocket belongs to someone who never existed. And the words left with his body were chosen for someone to recognize.
Three people are about to collide. A detective who trusts nothing. A journalist with one last shot. A public defender whose family name is on the wrong side of every answer.
They don't know each other. They don't know they're chasing the same thing. But the closer they get, the more the city pushes back. Because the people behind this aren't strangers. They're pastors. Judges. Founders. The men who built everything.