Gil Trammell was twenty-seven and sitting second chair the day a Missouri jury sent Calvin Doyle to death row. Nine years later, buried in a records request nobody wanted, he finds two sheets of laboratory letterhead in a closed file.
Another man's DNA. Another man's name. Never given to the defense.
The prosecutor who buried it is the man who taught Gil everything. Who hired him. Who walked his daughter down the aisle.
Gil files the disclosure anyway, and it costs him his mentor, his marriage, and the only town he has ever lived in. Then his office hands him the retrial and tells him to seek death, and he stands up in the same courtroom to convict a man whose conviction he personally destroyed.
What he finds in an old intake ledger three weeks before trial will make him understand exactly why his father-in-law did what he did.
Because Gil isn't the honest man in that building.
He never was.
For readers of Scott Turow's Presumed Innocent and John Grisham's The Firm, a legal thriller about the price of doing the right thing nine years too late.