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  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Epigraph
  4. Prologue
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. ThursdayChapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. FridayChapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. SaturdayChapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. SundayChapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. MondayChapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. TuesdayChapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Chapter 25
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Chapter 29
  34. Chapter 30
  35. Chapter 31
  36. Chapter 32
  37. Chapter 33
  38. Chapter 34
  39. Chapter 35
  40. WednesdayChapter 36
  41. Chapter 37
  42. Chapter 38
  43. Chapter 39
  44. Chapter 40
  45. Chapter 41
  46. Chapter 42
  47. Chapter 43
  48. Chapter 44
  49. Chapter 45
  50. Chapter 46
  51. Chapter 47
  52. Chapter 48
  53. ThursdayChapter 49
  54. Chapter 50
  55. Chapter 51
  56. Chapter 52
  57. Chapter 53
  58. Chapter 54
  59. Chapter 55
  60. Chapter 56
  61. Chapter 57
  62. Chapter 58
  63. Chapter 59
  64. Chapter 60
  65. Chapter 61
  66. FridayChapter 62
  67. Chapter 63
  68. Chapter 64
  69. Chapter 65
  70. Chapter 66
  71. Chapter 67
  72. Chapter 68
  73. Chapter 69
  74. Chapter 70
  75. Chapter 71
  76. Chapter 72
  77. Chapter 73
  78. Chapter 74
  79. Chapter 75
  80. Chapter 76
  81. Chapter 77
  82. Epilogue
  83. Acknowledgments
  84. About the Author
  85. Also by Greg Iles
  86. About the Publisher

For the past few weeks I’ve been writing as a strategy for staying sane. Strange to admit, but there it is. Since Caitlin’s death, I’ve been having trouble with some of the basic principles of existence, like time. Chronology. To be frank, I don’t have it in me to describe the events that constitute the immediate fallout of her death, or of my father’s arrest for murder. You should probably read a couple of articles from the Natchez Examiner, Caitlin’s old newspaper. Caitlin’s older sister, Miriam—a corporate financial officer from New York—has been running the paper since Caitlin died, and she has vowed to stay on until the last of the Knoxes has been jailed and the Double Eagles smashed for all time. I’m not sure Miriam Masters realizes how long that could be.

The two articles below were written by Keisha Harvin, a twenty-five-year-old black reporter from Alabama who’s been hounding the Double Eagles like a Fury incarnate. Caitlin hired Keisha from another Masters paper only two days before she was killed. Fittingly, for the past eight weeks, Keisha has been living across the street from Annie and me, in Caitlin’s old house. I don’t think she sleeps much, nor does she pull any punches, no matter who she’s writing about. My father has suffered in her stories—as he should—and through Keisha’s writing the Knox family has become a national symbol of the most atavistic and depraved instincts in the American character.

More than once I’ve tried to persuade Keisha to pull back a little and think about her safety, but like Caitlin she believes that her work means more than her life. I’m not sure a twenty-five-year-old is qualified to make that decision, but I do know this: where good people stand against evil, sooner or later fate demands a reckoning. When that day comes, I hope I’m close enough to Keisha Harvin to do some good.

NATCHEZ EXAMINER

December 30, 2005

Trial Date Set for Dr. Tom Cage

by Keisha Harvin

Circuit Judge Joseph Elder has set a trial date of March 13 for local physician Thomas J. Cage in the murder of Viola Turner. In a case that has drawn national attention, Dr. Cage is accused of murdering his 65-year-old former nurse in the wake of a pact that would have required him to euthanize the terminally ill woman, who had been his employee thirty-eight years earlier. The fact that Dr. Cage is white and Nurse Turner was black has complicated the situation, since it has been revealed that Mrs. Turner had a child by Dr. Cage in 1968, when Cage was married. Mrs. Turner was a 28-year-old widow at the time, her husband having recently been killed in the Vietnam War.