"On n'est pas dans le futurisme, mais dans un drame bourgeois ou un thriller atmosphérique"
It started with an anonymous text: How did your mother die? Private Investigator Wyatt Hunt has never been interested in finding his birth parents, but the discovery that his mother was murdered and the main suspect was his father leaves him with no choice but to take on a case he never knew existed. With the trail of the forty-year-old case long gone cold, Hunt's first priority is to find out who the mysterious texter is and that person's connection to him. But in confronting his past, could Hunt find himself up against a killer who's still very much alive and very dangerous? From the dark streets of San Francisco to the Jonestown massacre in the remote jungles of Guyana, thriller-master John Lescroart weaves a shocking tale about the skeletons inside family closets and the mortal danger outside the front door.
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