To enter, just send proof of purchase (the confirmation email will work fine) to preorder@marcussakey.com.

          amazon.com >
          barnesandnoble.com >
          borders.com >
          indiebound.org >


A man wakes up. Naked and cold. Half drowned on an abandoned beach.

The only sign of life for miles is an empty BMW. Inside the expensive car he finds clothes that fit perfectly, shoes for his tattered feet, a Rolex, and a vehicle registration in the name of Daniel Hayes, resident of Malibu, California. None of it is familiar.

What is he doing here? How did he get into the ocean? Is he Daniel Hayes, and if so, why doesn't he remember? While he searches for answers, the world searches for him—beginning with the cops that kick in the door of his dingy motel, their guns drawn. Lost and alone, the man who might be Daniel Hayes flees into the night.

All he remembers is a woman's face, so he sets off for the only place he might find her. The fantasy of her becomes his home, his world, his hope. And maybe, just maybe, the way back to himself. But that raises the most chilling question of all: What will he find when he gets there?

           amazon.com >
           barnesandnoble.com >
           borders.com >
           indiebound.org >
"Confirms Marcus Sakey’s place as one of our best storytellers. A terrific read."
—Michael Connelly

"Part dazzling California noir, part dark American road trip, part psychological thriller—and entirely ingenious."
—Gillian Flynn

"Sakey writes like a dream, creates characters exactly like people you know, and above all keeps you turning pages."
—Lee Child

"The tension is nearly constant, and there are more twists than a double helix. Sakey is a master at ratcheting up the suspense. A possible threat to readers’ cardiac health and a likely candidate for Hollywood interest."
—Library Journal

"Sakey ups the ante...an insightful, emotion-packed, suspenseful, and genuinely riveting thriller"
—Booklist

""A seriously good thriller...[packed with] edge-of-the-seat, smack-to-the-forehead pleasures of every nasty twist and turn"
—BookPage