Oklahoma attorney Ben Kincaid put his reputation on the line when he represented Ray Goldman. The seemingly mild-mannered man was charged with massacring an entire suburban Tulsa family. When the prosecution’s star witness—Erin Faulkner, the lone survivor of the slaughter—took the stand, Goldman’s fate was sealed. But just as his date with the death chamber is imminent, Erin abruptly recants her testimony; after seven years of silence, she is desperate to keep an innocent man from dying. Yet the next day, Erin is discovered dead, an apparent suicide. And Ben Kincaid is the only witness to her stunning confession. Now Ben must hunt down the killer who is determined to cover his tracks . . . with blood. “A first-rate storyteller.” — Tulsa World “[WILLIAM BERNHARDT IS A] MASTER OF THE LEGAL THRILLER.” —Abilene Reporter-News “BERNHARDT JUST GETS BETTER AND BETTER.” — The Daily Oklahoman “Bernhardt is a master of the suspense novel and this promises to uphold his winning streak.” — Wisconsin State Journal “An electrifying novel sure to stagger the imaginations of all readers. . . . Bernhardt’s characters are believable, interesting, and always intriguing. His dialogue is top notch—loaded with tension, sharp wit, and telltale foreshadowing that provides readers with a thrill a minute. Bernhardt’s balance of suspense and humor adds a delicious flavor to his story. . . . Death Row is a home run not only for its author, but also for its readers.” — Tulsa World “If you’re a fan of legal mysteries, you’ll enjoy any by William Bernhardt.” — Daily American “An arresting opening sequence gets this latest crime thriller by bestselling Bernhardt off to a running start, with Oklahoma lawyer Ben Kincaid back for another high velocity courtroom adventure.” — Publishers Weekly Oklahoma attorney Ben Kincaid put his reputation on the line when he represented Ray Goldman. The seemingly mild-mannered man was charged with massacring an entire suburban Tulsa family. When the prosecution s star witness Erin Faulkner, the lone survivor of the slaughter took the stand, Goldman s fate was sealed. But just as his date with the death chamber is imminent, Erin abruptly recants her testimony; after seven years of silence, she is desperate to keep an innocent man from dying. Yet the next day, Erin is discovered dead, an apparent suicide. And Ben Kincaid is the only witness to her stunning confession. Now Ben must hunt down the killer who is determined to cover his tracks . . . with blood. Oklahoma attorney Ben Kincaid put his reputation on the line when he represented Ray Goldman. The seemingly mild-mannered man was charged with massacring an entire suburban Tulsa family. When the prosecution's star witness--Erin Faulkner, the lone survivor of the slaughter--took the stand, Goldman's fate was sealed. But just as his date with the death chamber is imminent, Erin abruptly recants her testimony; after seven years of silence, she is desperate to keep an innocent man from dying. Yet the next day, Erin is discovered dead, an apparent suicide. And Ben Kincaid is the only witness to her stunning confession. Now Ben must hunt down the killer who is determined to cover his tracks . . . with blood. William Bernhardt is the author of many books, including Primary Justice , Double Jeopardy , Silent Justice , Murder One , Criminal Intent , and Hate Crime . He has twice won the Oklahoma Book Award for Best Fiction, and in 2000 he was presented the H. Louise Cobb Distinguished Author Award “in recognition of an outstanding body of work in which we understand ourselves and American society at large.” A former trial attorney, Bernhardt has received several awards for his public service. He lives in Tulsa with his wife, Kirsten, and their children, Harry, Alice, and Ralph. Chapter 1 She didn't know how long she had been in the darkness when her family finally stopped screaming. She had forgotten where she was and how she had gotten there. She didn't know how long she had been trapped, chained down like an animal, dirty, helpless. She didn't know why she was naked. All she knew was that she was in great pain, that her whole body ached and her kneecap felt as if it had been shattered. That she was alone. And that something horrible was happening to her family. Erin Faulkner couldn't see anything, not in any direction. Only the impenetrable black. All she could feel was the stone floor beneath her, hard, rough, cold to the touch. She could hear a dripping sound, not too far away, steady, with a slight echo, making this place seem even more like a medieval torture chamber, filling her with foreboding. Maybe the man in the ski mask would come back for her when he finished with the others. Maybe that was why he had taken her clothing. Maybe that was why he had chained her to the floor. She could hear her family-her mother and father, her brothers and sister, the baby. The words were indistinct, but she could tell they belonged to the peop