CAIRN

IT'S NOT WHO BUILDS THE WALL THAT MATTERS.
IT'S WHO STANDS AT THE GATE.

At nineteen minutes past two in the morning, the stones held. Then the lights went out.

Dr. Frankie Hastings's laboratory outside Oxford burned that night, and London buried her in four lines in the paper. But Frankie isn't dead. She's in a cave under Kansas City, being forced to run the machine she built, one that can open every lock in the world, and she is quietly sabotaging it a little more each night.

Lucas Shaw came home to his valley believing his war was over. Then, at a grave in Minsk, an old man speaks his name. It's his father, Brian Mollner, dead for fifty years, and he has come to ask for his son's help.

In a lakeside house in Geneva, the woman Lucas loves sits across the table from the man paying for it all, a billionaire who means to buy a country while America is in the dark. In London, someone very senior is making sure nobody looks too hard. And waiting underground is the one man Lucas didn't finish nineteen years ago, who has spent every year since making sure no one could see his face.

A cairn is a pile of stones laid over a grave so the wolves can't dig up what's under it.

Lucas Shaw is about to find out what's under his.

The second Lucas Shaw thriller, following The Names He Kept.