The Last Witness

Some fires never really go out. They just wait for someone brave enough to reopen the file.
Fourteen years ago, Detective Marcus Kane stood outside a burning warehouse, signed a report he knew was incomplete, and told himself it was the only choice he had. He has spent every year since learning to live with that lie. Then a forensic accountant named Nadia Voss starts pulling a thread that leads straight back to the fire — and the night before she's set to testify, she vanishes from a parking structure without a struggle, without a body, without a trace.
The department calls in a specialist to help: a criminal profiler with a gift for cold cases, a gray suit tailored to the inch, and a collection of antique pocket watches he winds with the patience of a man who has never once been in a hurry. His name is Dr. Priam Wade. He is very good at his job. He is very good, in fact, at several jobs, and only one of them is the one on his business card.
Kane isn't alone in the dark. His partner, Sofia Reyes, has the sharpest eye for a financial trail in the department and no patience for his silences — and she's the only one who notices exactly how much he isn't saying. Captain Elena Ibarra has a career to protect and a missing woman to find, in whichever order the case demands. Together they start pulling at a rope none of them can yet see is already around their own necks.
Wade built his life on a single, elegant conviction: that guilt is just a story people tell themselves, and stories can be rewritten by anyone patient enough to control the pen. Fourteen years ago, he rewrote one and walked away clean. He intends to do it again.
The Last Witness is a story about the difference between surviving a fire and outrunning it — and about how the truth, however long it's kept waiting, always eventually collects on what it's owed.