He became obsessed with catching killers the morning his father was executed in front of him.
Four victims. Four graves. Millions watching.
St. Paul detective Allan Jefferson has a gift for catching killers and a habit of bending the rules to do it. He walked into the Rockhammer Killer’s house without a warrant, without backup, and without a gun. He hasn’t carried one since the morning his father was shot dead at their front door.
Now a federal judge wants his badge.
Then a school principal is buried alive, and his terrified face is on every phone in the city.
The FBI needs Allan’s instincts. Allan needs his job back. But the killer they call the Gravedigger leaves no bodies behind, and he’s already digging the next grave.
Meanwhile, Paulette Randolph has spent her life climbing the ranks of one of the most powerful charities in the world. Now someone is going behind her back, and she’s running out of people she can trust.
Every day Allan spends hunting the Gravedigger, someone else is running out of air.
