Gerald and Meredith Kowalski have made their decision. Forty-two years, eleven months, one dead son, and zero justice.
They've set the date, the time - 9:14 AM on a Tuesday in April - and for the first time in sixteen months, something almost feels like peace. At 9:13 AM, a duffel bag punches through their roof. Three hundred and twelve thousand dollars in stolen cash doesn't care about grief. Neither does the career criminal it belongs to, nor the FBI agent closing in on his trail. And it definitely doesn't care that the money came from the bank managed by the father of the man who killed their son - a coincidence so monstrous it almost feels like a joke. Their estranged daughter is already driving in from Pittsburgh. The criminal is already doing the math. The universe, it turns out, has a perverse sense of timing. Dark, funny, and heartbreakingly human, this is a story about the absurdity of being saved against your will - and what you owe the world when it refuses to let you go. Pick it up and find out if Gerald and Meredith choose to keep the money, the secret, or each other.