For eleven nights, a rideshare driver has picked up the same passenger at 2:10 a.m. Same laundromat. Same seat, right behind him. Same street in Bay Ridge, where the man sits and watches one house for twenty minutes and never says why.

The account belongs to Greg Lawson. Greg Lawson was lost at sea two years ago. The dashcam shows the back seat empty.

Detective Jake Mercer knows that street. He knows that house. And his partner Ray, for the first time in three books, has nothing to say.

Case Three of the Jake Mercer thrillers. The one everything was building to.