Regan Maverick

The Dead Don't Lie

Three bodies in six days, all Caruso family soldiers, all delivered to your table with the same bruised knuckles and the same ghost of terror still clinging to their skin like cold smoke — and every time you press your palms to their chests, you see the same pair of hands pulling the trigger. Tonight, the fourth body arrives with a detective you have met before and a man you have never seen, both of them watching you with the particular stillness of people who need something destroyed. The dead man on your table is still warm, and he is already whispering.