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With his gift for crafting “a keep-you engaged- to-the-very-last-page thriller” (USA Today) at full throttle, Greg Iles brings back the unforgettable Penn Cage in this electrifying suspense masterpiece.

A new day has dawned . . . but the darkest evils live forever in the murky depths of a Southern town.

Penn Cage was elected mayor of Natchez, Mississippi—the hometown he returned to after the death of his wife—on a tide of support for change. Two years into his term, casino gambling has proved a sure bet for bringing new jobs and fresh money to this fading jewel of the Old South. But deep inside the Magnolia Queen, a fantastical repurposed steamboat, a depraved hidden world draws high-stakes players with money to burn on their unquenchable taste for blood sport and the dark vices that go with it. When an old high school friend hands him blood-chilling evidence, Penn alone must beat the odds tracking a sophisticated killer who counters his every move, placing those nearest to him—including his young daughter, his renowned physician father, and a lover from the past—in grave danger, and all at the risk of jeopardizing forever the town he loves.


From Publishers Weekly

Iles's third addition to the Penn Cage saga is an effective thriller that would have been even more satisfying at half its length. There is a lot of story to cover, with Cage now mayor of Natchez, Miss., battling to save his hometown, his family and his true love from the evil clutches of a pair of homicidal casino operators who are being protected by a homeland security bigwig. Dick Hill handles the large cast of characters effortlessly, adopting Southern accents that range from aristocratic (Cage and his elderly father) to redneck (assorted Natchez townsfolk). He provides the bad guys with their vocal flair, including an icy arrogance for the homeland security honcho, a soft Asian-tempered English for the daughter of an international villain and the rough Irish brogue of the two main antagonists. One of the latter pretends to be an upper-class Englishman and, in a moment of revelation, Hill does a smashing job of switching accents mid-sentence. 

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“Stop,” she says sharply. “You have to stop. You’ll drive yourself crazy. Do you want me to spend the rest of my life torturing myself for not saving Linda?”

“You couldn'’t have—” “

Stop.

You have to let go, Penn. Now, out here, today. And I mean all of it. Tim, Quinn, everything. When you start this boat again, we’re going to leave it behind us, in the river.”

She stands and comes to my seat, then pulls my head against her abdomen and runs her fingers through my hair. I haven'’t been this way with her in so long that a dizzying feeling comes over me.

“Are you still planning to resign?” she asks softly.

When I don'’t answer, she says, “Paul Labry must have mentioned your talk with him to someone before he died, because the rumor’s already spreading.”

“I know. Drew asked me about it when I called to borrow this boat.”

Caitlin steps backward and looks down expectantly. “Well?”

She’s waiting for me to say yes. Hoping for it. I can see that as plainly as the sun over the river. But from the moment Kelly gave me his Mark Twain speech on the bluff, I’'ve been questioning my decision. Surprisingly, my father gave me his blessing only a day after Kelly left. The two had evidently discussed my dilemma, and Dad was aware that my reluctance to disappoint him had already kept me in office longer than I might have stayed otherwise. He told me that, considering all that had happened, he wouldn'’t think less of me if I felt I had to step down. I don'’t know if he meant that, but he said it, and he said it knowing that if I resigned, I would probably move Annie to a new town far away. But yesterday, as I watched two black men in overalls lower Paul Labry’s casket into the earth not far

from Tim’s grave, I knew with utter certainty that if I resigned, I would think less of myself for the rest of my life.

“It would be wrong to quit now,” I say in a shaky voice. “I wish that weren’t the case. But I made a commitment to the town. I made promises, and people believed me. If Paul were still alive, I might feel differently. But now…as badly as I want to go away with you, I don'’t feel I should leave the job in the hands of those most likely to get it.”

Caitlin’s eyes narrow for a few seconds, then she turns to her right, looking out over the water. She’s hiding tears.

“Was that a no?”

Despite my best intentions, the truth emerges when I speak. “No. No matter what it costs me, I can’t lose you again. I can’t do it.”

She raises a hand to her face and wipes her eyes. “Then I'’ll stay.”

The words don'’t quite register at first. “You don'’t mean that.”

She turns to face me, her green eyes wide and filled with resolve. “I do. I'’ll stay until the end of your term. For two years, I'’ll use all my power to make this town worthy of Tim’s death, and of what you'’ve worked for. I'’ll fight to make it a place where I can feel good about Annie living and going to school.”

Blinking in disbelief, I feel the first rush of euphoria that comes with the knowledge that life is granting you the grace of a dream realized. “Caitlin, you don'’t—”

“Wait a second. I have one condition.”

“What? We leave town after my term is up?”

Her face tightens with irritation. “Would you let me talk?”

“Sorry.”

Holding up two fingers, she gestures at me like the beautiful schoolteacher of some little boy’s dreams. “After two years, we look hard at what we’ve accomplished, then reassess where we are.”

“Of course. Absolutely.”

“That wasn'’t my condition. That'’s a given.”

“Oh.”

She lowers her hand and squares her shoulders like a woman about to walk to the end of a very high diving platform. “My condition is that you marry me.”

At first I think she’s joking, but I’'ve never seen her look more serious.

“Don’t fall down with joy,” she says.

“I'm shocked, that’s all. The way you'’ve been acting for the past few days—”

“Penn, you’re the dumbest smart man I’'ve ever met. Annie needs a mother, not a girlfriend hanging around year after year.”

The depth of her commitment hits me like a sudden pitch of the boat. “I agree,” I say softly.

“She needs a sister too. Or a brother, if that’s the best we can do. I'm thirty-five, and I'm not getting any younger.”

The laughter I hear is mine. “You’re moving pretty fast, aren'’t you?”

“Have you ever known me to move any other way?”

“No.”

“Well, then,” she says, her face still severe. “You should probably kiss me now.”

Reaching out, I take her hand and pull her toward me. For the first time in a year and a half, this intimacy is not a dream or a memory, but real. She hesitates, then spreads her palm flat on my chest and smiles with such intensity that her eyes shine.

“I’'ve missed you,” she says. “I’'ve missed you so much.”

“Why didn't you let me know?”

“Because it was everything or nothing. It had to be.”

Before I can speak again, she leans forward and brushes her lips against mine. This close, her scent is overwhelming. Taking her in my arms, I kiss her as I longed to the first time we were ever alone, and she melts against me. When she finally pulls back, her cheeks are flushed, her eyes bright and wet.

“Do you remember our first time?” she asks.

“The party at that surgeon’s house. In the garden. Before the Del Payton case broke.”

“Does it feel the same to you?”

“Yes. No. As good as that was, this is better.”

She closes her eyes as though saying a silent prayer. “Was that your first kiss after your wife died?”

“Yes.”

“I’'ve always wondered that.”

“You must have known.”

She opens her eyes and touches my right cheek with her finger. “I thought it was. I wanted to think it. That'’s why I never asked.”

Over Caitlin’s shoulder, I see a long string of barges pushing around the north bend of the river. “When can we tell Annie?” I ask, moving behind the wheel and starting the engine.

“Today. It’s long overdue.”

“What about asking your father’s permission, all that?”

“We’re pretty old for that, aren'’t we? He’d love it, of course.”

“It’s the right thing. In this case, anyway.”

Spying the barges, Caitlin stows the empty urn, then sits in the passenger seat. “Do whatever you want about that. But I'm about to surprise you.”

“Oh, God. Are you pregnant? With a little filmmaker?”

She smacks me on the shoulder hard enough to bruise. “It’s about the wedding.”

“Let me guess. No fuss, no church, just a quick trip to Fiji or somewhere.”

“Boy, you

are

dumb. I want the church, the dress, engraved invitations, a string quartet, the whole thing. I know it’s all bullshit, but I want it anyway.”

“I literally can’t believe that.”

She smiles broadly, elated at having surprised me. “If I'm going to stay in Mississippi, I'm taking the good with the bad. Come on, let’s go before that barge runs us over.”

Putting the boat into gear, I push the throttle forward, make a wide turn, and head downstream.

“The day we get married,” she says above the roar of the wind, “I'm going to pour a glass of champagne into this river. Don’t let me forget.”

“I won'’t.”

“I mean it.” She takes my hand, then pulls out her ponytail holder and lets the wind fling her dark veil of hair behind her. “Do you know how lucky we are?”

“Yes.”

She intertwines her fingers in mine.

The ski boat skims the surface of the river, bouncing gently as we make for the distant landing at Silver Street. High above us, the city stretches along the rim of the bluff from the homes of Clifton Avenue to the gazebo where a kissing couple watched Tim die. Past the highway cut and the bridges stands the Ramada and the Briars, where Jefferson Davis was married, and then the land descends to the lumber mill and the sandbar near the old Triton Battery site, where Hans Necker will someday build his recycling plant.

We’re less than a mile from the landing when my cell phone vibrates in my pocket. Expecting Annie, I'm surprised to see my mother’s cell number on the LCD screen. She only uses the thing in emergencies, so my pulse quickens at the sight.

“Hello?”

“Penn, it’s Mom.”

The way she said my name reveals the stress she’s under. “What is it? What’s happened?”

“Are you driving?”

“Mom, what’s the matter?”

“Your father had a heart attack.”

I close my eyes, preparing for the worst. “Is he alive?”

Caitlin clenches my hand, and I tell her what’s happened.

“He’s at St. Catherine’s Hospital,” Mom goes on. “I'm on my way there now. Drew used the office defibrillator on him. Tom probably would have died without it.”

“Is he conscious?”

“Yes.”

“Is Annie still with the babysitter?”

“Yes. I didn't want to scare either one of them.”

“Caitlin and I are on the river, but we’ll pick up Annie and get to the hospital as fast as we can. Thirty minutes, max.”

“Hurry, Penn. I talked to him for a few seconds. Tom said he has something important to tell you. He was very emphatic.”

“What’s that about?”

“I have no idea. He wasn'’t completely coherent, but he sounded like he doesn’'t think he’s going to make it.”

My father always hides pain, and my mother doesn’'t exaggerate. This is not good news.

“Just hurry so he won'’t be anxious about whatever it is.”

“I'm on my way, Mom. You pay attention to the road. We’ll be there before you know it.”

“Be careful.” When she clicks off, I press END and shove the throttle to the wall. The Bayrider leaps forward, then planes out and

begins to bounce on the river, jumping and smacking down like some great porpoise. “Damn it!” I curse.

Caitlin points toward Natchez Under-the-Hill. “We’re almost there. We’ll just tie up and run straight for the car.”

I nod, but I’d already made that decision, though it means risk for Drew’s boat. There’s no real dock at Silver Street, only a steep ramp. I'’ll tie the thing to the Evangeline casino if I have to. Boiling with frustration, I slam my hand against the wheel. “It’s always something, you know?”

“What do you mean?” Caitlin asks.

“Whenever life gets too good, whenever fate hands you something wonderful, something else gets taken away.”

She squeezes my shoulder and shakes her head. “Stop thinking like that. For one thing, life hasn’'t been that great lately. And for another, your dad’s not going to die.”

It’s a nice sentiment, but she has no idea what shape my father is in right now. He could be dead already. “You don'’t think this could have something to do with what we just went through, do you? With Sands or Po?”

“No. Absolutely not. This is just life, okay? But it’s going to be all right this time. I know it, Penn. We’re together again, and Tom’s not going to die on us.”

“He seems to think he is. He told Mom that he has something important to tell me.”

Caitlin absorbs this in silence. “Well, we have something important to tell him too. We’ll tell him before we tell Annie. You know how that news will make him feel.”

“You’re right,” I admit, picturing the scene. My father wanted me to marry Caitlin a week after he met her. “He’ll be the happiest, apart from Annie.”

“He will. Now, keep thinking that.” Caitlin hugs me tightly from the side. “Okay?”

“Okay.” With shaking hands, I turn the wheel and point the boat toward the Silver Street landing.

Toward home.

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