But no one thinks of everything, and the one thing Richard had not known, could not have known, was that Marcus Vance had been keeping his own secret in that office.

A hidden camera, installed by a man who evidently trusted no one, watching over his private dealings, recording the very meetings Vance most needed to protect.

Richard had burned the office to destroy the evidence of his crime, never dreaming that the office had been quietly recording him the entire time, that his careful destruction had missed the one witness that could not be intimidated or bribed or confused on a witness stand.

The killer’s thoroughness and the victim’s paranoia had canceled each other out, and left behind, in a scorched bookshelf, the single unalterable record of the truth.