They gave her a name that opens doors. A father the city calls honorable. A church that raised her, a school that made her, a legacy she has spent her whole life trying to deserve.
She never thought to ask what any of it was built on.
Now a man who has been dead for thirty years has turned up in a Washington library, and three people who have never met are each holding a piece of the same answer. A detective who does not believe in coincidence. A reporter with nothing left to lose. And a woman who is about to learn that the men who raised her have been protecting something since before she was born, and that she is the last thing standing between it and the light.
Some inheritances are not gifts. They are debts. And somebody always comes to collect.
Black Robes is for every woman who has ever loved someone she could not forgive.