At the end of a long day battling street traffic, bike
messenger Jace Damon has one last drop to make. But en route
to delivering a package for one of L.A.'s sleaziest defense
attorneys, he's nearly run down by a car, chased through
back alleys, and shot at. Only the instincts acquired while
growing up on the streets of L.A. allow him to escape with
his life--and with the package someone wants badly enough to
kill for.
Jace returns to Lenny Lowell's office only to find the cops
there, the lawyer dead, and Jace himself considered the
prime suspect in the savage murder. Suddenly he's on the run
from both the cops and a killer, and the key to saving
himself and his ten-year-old brother is the envelope he
still has--which holds a message no one wants delivered: the
truth.
In a city fueled by money, celebrity, and sensationalism,
the murder of a bottom-feeding mouthpiece like Lenny Lowell
won't make the headlines. So when detectives from the LAPD's
elite robbery/homicide division show up, homicide detective
Kev Parker wants to know why. Parker is on the downhill
slide of a once-promising career, and he doesn't want to be
reminded that he used to be one of the hotshots, working
cases that made instant celebrities of everyone involved.
Like the case of fading retty-boy actor Rob Cole, accused of
the brutal murder of his wife, Tricia Crowne-Cole, daughter
of one of the most powerful men in the city, L.A.'s latest
"crime of the century."
Robbery/Homicide has no reason to be looking at a dead
small-time scumbag lawyer or chasing a bike
messenger...unless there's something in it for them. Maybe
Lenny Lowell had a connection to something big enough to be
killed for. Parker begins a search for answers that will
lead him to a killer--or the end of his career. Because if
there's one lesson he's learned over the years, it's that in
a town built on fantasy and fame, delivering the truth can
be deadly.