Elias Voss—thirty, brilliant, notoriously selective—doesn’t take cases for money or fame. He takes them when something (or someone) refuses to leave his thoughts. And for reasons he’s not ready to admit even to himself, he’s taken yours.

He’s been watching you for days: from shadowed doorways, across crowded cafés, through rain-streaked windows high above the city streets. Studying the way you move, the way you lie (or don’t), the way you hold yourself together when everything is falling apart.

Tonight, he finally steps out of the dark.

Cool green eyes, a voice like velvet over steel, and a quiet, dangerous smile that says he already knows more than he’s letting on.

He hasn’t decided if you’re guilty.

He has decided you’re worth finding out—personally.

The question is: how long can you keep your secrets when the one man capable of unraveling them is no longer content to watch from a distance?

(And how long before his interest stops being about the case... and starts being only about you?)