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Description

The ones who walked — the acquitted, the never-charged, the quietly forgiven — are turning up dead, and the families get a typed confession in the mail, signed by something that isn’t a person.

Every town has its open secret: the man everyone knows did it, sipping coffee at the diner like the verdict settled the matter. Around the Tri-Cities, those men are dying one by one, and within days the wronged families receive a full, accurate accounting of the crime that got away from them — signed, simply, Yours.

Public defender Imani Royce spent years losing sleep over guilty clients she helped go free. When her own old case files start matching the kill list in order, she realizes the letters aren’t claiming credit. They’re keeping a tab — and her name is somewhere on the page.

This is a moral pressure cooker disguised as a thriller, circling the ugly comfort of wishing someone dead and the cold thing that might answer. Walton refuses to let anyone off easy, reader included. Justice here doesn’t wear a robe. It signs its work.

Open the envelope. See whose debt comes due.