Numbers can be deadly.
Ex-detective Evan Adair has a gift for working out how the dead got that way. But the truth never brought anybody back. After twenty-three years at the NYPD and a devastating private loss, Evan Adair is done with death.
But an old colleague comes calling with a tantalizing riddle. A Wall Street wunderkind has taken a bizarre public dive from an opera balcony. Was the fall the young man's own idea? And his injuries, as it turns out, weren't enough to kill him. So how -- and why -- did he die?
Soon there is another death, this one a vicious knife attack. The dual investigation draws Adair into the byzantine worlds of finance and high-stakes biotech. He finds secrets with long histories and numbers that can talk -- if only he can figure out how to listen.
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About the Author
I'm Judith Deborah, and I'm a proud indie author.
I was born and raised just outside New York City and retain a New Yorker's sensibility in most respects, though life has taken me quite some distance from midtown. The girl's out of New York, but New York isn't out of the girl. I’m a Duke and Oxford grad and a great admirer of people who do things I could never do in a million years, like win ski-jumping competitions and sing really well. I believe a bone-dry martini is the perfect cocktail and that P.G. Wodehouse was a genius on a par with Shakespeare. I’m an expatriate, a mother of three, and an enthusiastic practitioner of compound archery and complicated knitting.