Some men don't disappear. They're erased.
When obituary writer Margot Slade notices a single impossible number on a burial record - a Social Security issued before its bearer was born - she assumes it's a clerical error. It isn't. It's the loose thread of a twenty-year conspiracy that unravels the further she pulls: engineered identities, strategic deaths, and an institutional silence so deep it has its own infrastructure.
The man buried as Thomas Weatherall had four names and zero protection. The women who died near him had even less. And the fixer who shepherded him across state lines is still very much in business.
Margot can see the truth. Proving it - before the people who built this silence decide she knows too much - is another matter entirely.
Haunting, precise, and relentlessly human, this is a thriller about what it costs to bear witness when the world has already looked away.
Some lives are buried twice. She's determined to dig them both up.
Pick up your copy today and meet the journalist who refuses to write the dead out of existence.