Somebody killed Thomas Emerson and called it an accident. Linda Esposito-Rosen is a forensic accountant. She knows what the numbers say. The numbers say they lied.
Five years later, she's still working it - between clients, between Sunday dinners, between cups of the coffee she's been making the same way since Tom showed her how. Her practice is real. Her reputation is quiet. Her patience is not infinite.
Frank Houston has three murders, a billion dollars, and a city that's grown around him like infrastructure. He doesn't know Linda Esposito-Rosen exists.
He's about to.