Agreeing to become an executor paid off an old debt… and made him a target.
Jimmy Sullivan has a knack for getting clients out of jams. Too bad he’s not as good at saving himself.
It only took one, fairly spectacular mistake to cost Jimmy almost everything—his wife, his money, his home, and even the dog. All he had left was a job he was starting to hate, a mountain of debt and a taste for single-malt scotch. He was basically a country song.
Then a dead man offered him a way out.
After local fixer Harry Miles dies under suspicious circumstances, his young widow arrives with a surprise: Harry named Jimmy executor of his estate. Not just the estate everyone knows about, but a second, very private empire built on money laundering, blackmail, and decades of carefully collected dirt on some very dangerous people. Waiting for Jimmy is a $100,000 retainer and a favor Harry never forgot.
What Jimmy doesn't know is that Harry left behind a coded blackmail ledger containing secrets worth millions—and worth killing for.
Now a Chicago mob family, a Detroit gangster, and a ruthless crime syndicate are all hunting for the same thing. They all believe Jimmy has it.
As bodies pile up and the walls close in, Jimmy is beaten, betrayed, seduced, and shot at in a desperate race to uncover Harry's final secret before someone puts him in a grave beside his client.
Because in Harry Miles's world, secrets are currency.
And Jimmy Sullivan is suddenly the richest man alive.
