Florida was supposed to be simple: heat, work, a paycheck, maybe the illusion of a new life.
Then Sabine Westinghouse gets a body on her table that doesn't fit the story. Officially, it's clean, tidy, forgettable. But the dead don't lie, and Sabine knows it. The injuries say one thing. The paperwork says another. And somewhere between the morgue, the cops, and the people who sign the checks, the truth is already being buried.
Sabine is new in town, foreign, inconvenient, and stubborn enough to ask questions nobody wants answered. In a place run on money, favors, and quiet threats, that makes her dangerous.
A hard-edged crime novel about death, corruption, and the price of not looking away.