Mardi Gras whips New Orleans’ French Quarter into a whirlpool of excess,
color, booze, noise, motion. So the woman in the sights of Will
Novak’s binoculars stands out. She’s bruised, barefoot, wearing a
man’s raincoat. And she’s looking right at him.
In a moment she’s fleeing into the crowd, but Novak knows she’s not
gone for good. When she comes back, it’s with a gun to his head—and
a story about crony politics, a crooked judge, a kidnapped
whistleblower, and children in deadly danger. Novak can’t let this
Through the grit of Houston’s underbelly to the grime below Beverly Hills’
glamor, a trickle of rot connects the powerful to the desperate and
corrupts the men and women who are supposed to stand against it.
Deceit is everywhere. If he’s going to do right, Novak is going to
have to do it alone . . .
SAY YOU’RE DREAMING
When a scream wakes Will Novak in the middle of the night, at first he
puts it down to the nightmares. He’s alone on a sailboat in the
Caribbean, miles from land. And his demons never leave him.
SAY YOUR PRAYERS
The screams are real, though, coming from another boat just a rifle’s
night scope away. It only takes seconds for Novak to witness one
murder and stop another. But with the killer on the run and a
beautiful stranger dripping on his deck, Novak has gotten himself
into a new kind of deep water.
BUT DON’T SAY YOUR NAME
The young woman he saved says she doesn’t know who she is. But someone
does, and they’re burning fuel and cash to chase Novak and his new
acquaintance from one island to the next, across dangerous seas and
right into the wilds of the Yucatan jungle. If either of them is
going to live, Novak is going to need answers, fast—and he’s
guessing he won’t like what he finds out . . .
Not many people know their way through the bayous well enough to find
Will Novak’s crumbling mansion outside New Orleans. Not that Novak
wants to talk to anyone. He keeps his guns close and his guard always up.