Or at least that’s what the official FBI channels believe.
But Brigid Quinn—a retired agent with a bloody secret of her own—doesn’t think so. They’ve got the wrong man. Which leaves only one question: what would make you confess to a murder you didn’t commit?
And where is the real murderer?
Nominated for the Edgar, Anthony, Macavity, Barry, and CWA Gold Dagger awards. Translated into 20 different languages. Lauded by the AARP and NPR.
“Brigid…is a character who’ll be more than welcome if Ms. Masterman turns her scorching debut into a running series.”
– Janet Maslin, The New York Times
“When the nominations are made for the best crime-novel debut of the year, we should be hearing her name again.”
– Patrick Anderson, Washington Post
“…a ride as thrilling as they can find outside the pages of Jeffery Deaver (who’s regularly invoked here), in the company of a heroine whose clear eyed disillusionment gives each wisecrack a trembling sense of mortality. A scorching, humane first novel that reads as if Masterman’s been sitting for a long time on some truly ugly secrets.”
“Resist any temptation to bail after the creepy prologue – a sexual predator’s eye view of the woman he’s about to attack – because you’ll miss one of the most memorable FBI agents since Clarice Starling as well as a killer debut thriller.”
— Publisher’s Weekly Starred Review