He was convicted, paraded, and run over on a rainy day—the city closed the book. Two women were dismembered; two left-ring fingers vanished. Case closed. Except his grandmother never believed the verdict. Kellan Fitzpatrick is a broke private investigator with nothing to lose and a reputation for ridiculous luck. When Margot Yang begs him to find the missing fingers that will prove her grandson's innocence, Kellan tumbles into a knot of secret lovers, planted evidence, and a buried body no one expected. Every clue points the town’s fingers at the wrong man—until Kellan learns how the real killer stitched other people's lives into alibis. One wrong photo, one misplaced cigarette, one ring sold to a pawnshop—Kellan follows these tiny betrayals to a room where motive becomes murder. The more he pulls, the more people threaten him, seduce him, and lie to protect what they want. He has two weeks, no backup, and a ticking courthouse that will never reopen. If he fails, a dead man will stay the scapegoat—and a killer will walk free.
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