NOTHING WAS TAKEN

On a bright June morning, the reclusive billionaire Adrian Mercer isfound dead in a half-dug grave on his own unfinished Hamptons estate,his watch stopped at precisely 3:41 in the morning. The county policehave a suspect, a confession, and a tidy story to tell. The retireddetective Mathias Wouters has something a great deal less convenient:a frightened young woman who swears she heard a dead man calmly givingorders a full nineteen minutes after his heart was meant to havestopped.Brought in merely to certify the death, Wouters and his reluctantcompanion begin pulling at a single loose thread — and find that itruns back two decades and a hundred miles, into a buried life that wasnever meant to be found. Nothing at all was taken from the house thatnight. That, in the end, is the whole of the problem.Brought in merely to certify the death, Wouters and his reluctantcompanion begin pulling at a single loose thread — and find that itruns back two decades and a hundred miles, into a buried life that wasnever meant to be found. Nothing at all was taken from the house thatnight. That, in the end, is the whole of the problem.A debut mystery of cold money, older secrets, and the one thing avanishing man can never quite bring himself to give up.