Tom Lewis has a monster in his head. You’d better pray it doesn’t see you.
The plan is perfect. Almost perfect.
Stealing Carlson Lloyd’s fortune will set the gang up for life.
At first, the robbery goes ahead with flawless precision. The insider sees to that.
Then it all goes horribly, tragically, wrong.
The survivors scatter, leaving the police no clues. The perpetrators won’t face justice.
There’s one loose end, but it’s probably nothing.
The quiet gardener. A gentle giant.
A man with no home, no history, and nothing to say for himself.
But he’s just a gardener. Right?