Synopses & Reviews
In New York Times bestselling author William Lashner's new thriller, Philly attorney Victor Carl wakes up with a tattoo on his chest and no idea how it got there. Finding the answer will land Carl in very hot water indeed.
It must have been a hell of a night, one of those evenings where the world shifts and doors open and your life changes forever. If only Victor Carl could remember it. One moment he is having a lateandndash;night drink in his neighborhood bar and the next he awakens in the early morning hours on the floor of his apartment building's vestibule, his suit in tatters, his socks missing, his eyebrows singed, and a stinging pain he can't quite identify. When he strips off his shirt, he finds a white gauze bandage on his chest. Underneath is a tattoo of a heart and a rose and a name: CHANTAL ADAIR.
So begins the hunt. It leads him inevitably to a strip club, where a dancer named Monica Adair uses the stage name of Chantal. Chantal is her sister, who disappeared years before. This all comes as Victor is in the midst of delicate negotiations to broker a deal for a exandndash;con who wants to come in out of the cold and has a stolen Rembrandt painting to grease the way.
Someone is not happy that the painting has surfaced and that the exandndash;con is threatening to tell all, and someone is definitely not happy that questions are being asked about Chantal Adair. The closer Victor comes to figuring it all out, the deeper into danger he falls, as the ghosts of the past return to lay claim to what is theirs.
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“Fun...entertaining.” Publishers Weekly
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“Dry and witty.” Kirkus Reviews
Synopsis
It must have been a hell of a night. One of those long, dangerous nights where the world shifts and doors open. A night of bad judgment and wrong turns, of weariness and hilarity and a hard sexual charge that both frightens and compels. A night where your life changes irrevocably, for better or for worse, but who the hell cares, so long as it changes.It must have been a night just like that, yeah, if only I could remember it.
All Victor Carl knows is that hes just woken up with his suit in tatters, his socks missing, and a stinging pain in his chest thanks to a new tattoo he doesnt remember getting: a heart inscribed with the name Chantal Adair.
My apartment is trashed, my partnership is cracking up, Im drinking too much, flirting with reporters, sleeping with Realtors. Frankly, Im in desperate need of something hard and clean in my life, and finding Chantal is all I have.
Is Chantal Adair the love of Victors life or a terrible drunken mistake? Victor intends to find out, but right now hes got bigger concerns. His client, a wanted man, needs to come in out of the cold, and hes got a stolen painting for Victor to use as leverage.
But someone is not happy that the painting has surfaced. Or that the client is threatening to tell all. Or that Victor is sniffing around for information about Chantal Adair. The closer Victor comes to figuring it all out, the deeper into danger he falls, as the ghosts of the past return to claim whats theirs.
About the Author
New York Times bestselling author William Lashner is the author of seven suspense novels that have been published in more than a dozen languages throughout the world. A graduate of the University of Iowa's Writers' Workshop, he lives with his family outside of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.