From the author of Limitless, now a major motion picture, a “wheels-within-wheels conspiracy novel [that] is both insidious and ingenious” (Laura Wilson, The Guardian).
Danny Lynch didn’t sign up for this, but right now, it’s all he’s got. Three weeks ago, he was working at a chow hall in Afghanistan and—more or less—doing fine. Sure, this meant living in a war zone, but he was never in the line of fire and, frankly, the money was hard to resist. Then Danny saw something he shouldn’t have, and now he’s back in New York City, haunted by what sent him home and lucky to be employed at all, even if that means dicing carrots for ten hours a day in a stuffy Midtown restaurant. The job’s one saving grace? A sight line from his prep station in the kitchen to a coveted corner table in the main room. For Danny, this is a window into the lives of some of Barcadero’s flashy clientele—and one evening, he sees a man who looks exactly like him.
Teddy Trager is the visionary founder of the billion-dollar investment firm Paradime Capital. He has everything Danny never knew he wanted—cashmere suits, a sleek sports car . . . privilege, power—and the closer Danny looks at Trager the more fixated he becomes.
“A paranoid conspiracy thriller with a significant twist . . . The result is a powerful psychological thriller of institutional corruption braided with ancient folkloric motifs.” —The Irish Times (Best Crime Fiction of the Year)
“No one spins 21st Century facts into high-tech fantasies like Glynn.” —Jane Ciabattari, BBC (Ten Books to Read This Month)
“Deliciously creepy.” —Kirkus Reviews
