A Judge on Trial. His Life on the Line. When a brilliant billionaire is diagnosed with inoperable brain cancer, he realizes that all his considerable wealth cannot prepare him to meet his Maker. But he has an idea that might: He will stage life’s greatest reality show. With his true agenda hidden, he auditions followers from all the world’s major religions, inviting them to the trial of their lives on a remote island, defending their spiritual beliefs against all challenges. Oliver Finney, a feisty old judge with his own secrets, is “chosen” to defend Christianity. As the program takes a strange twist, he quickly realizes that he’s trapped in a game of deadly agendas that may cost him his life. With internet access monitored, Finney sends coded messages to his former law clerk, Nikki Moreno. Aided by a teen crypto-geek, Nikki soon discovers the key to understanding Finney’s clues in an apologetics book, The Cross Examination of Jesus Christ . In a unique twist, readers are invited to join Nikki in a race against time as she struggles to decipher the mysteries contained in the ancient words of Christ before her former boss dies defending them. Bestselling author Randy Singer offers an innovative new suspense thriller that will have you scrambling with Nikki to track down and decipher the clues–and come away with a stronger faith. Randy Singer is the critically acclaimed author of five legal thrillers and two non-fiction books, including The Cross Examination of Jesus Christ, the book that Oliver Finney uses in this novel as the key to his coded messages. A veteran trial lawyer, Singer teaches at Regent Law School and serves as Chief Counsel for the North American Mission Board of the Southern Baptist Convention. He is also a legal advisor for the American Center for Law and Justice, a public interest law firm specializing in religious liberty cases. He and his wife, Rhonda, and their two children live in Atlanta, Georgia. Excerpt from The Cross Examination of Oliver Finney There must a mistake. The room started spinning as soon as the Patient heard the words. Inoperable brain cancer. Frontal lobe. He gripped the arms of the chair and began the denial process. The doctor was wrong, his judgment blurred by a subconscious bias against the Patient. Men the Patient’s age do not get brain cancer. Especially men who run three times a week and drink one glass of red wine every evening. The Patient would get a second and third opinion. The top oncologists at the best hospitals in the country, all singing from the same song sheet. We’re sorry, there’s nothing we can do. Chemo might slow the spread of the disease, but you probably have less than a year. They ticked off symptoms like a parade of horrors: behavioral changes, memory loss, reduced cognitive function, vision loss, partial paralysis. The Patient worked quickly through the stages of acceptance. Denial and anger came first. But anger eventually gave way to grief and then ultimately resignation—all within a span of four weeks. Yet he wasn’t prepared for the last stage, and he couldn’t shake the irony of it. Remorse. Nearly a billion dollars in net assets that he couldn’t take with him. Today he would trade all of his wealth for one additional year. All the eighty-hour weeks, jetting around the country, the dog -eat-dog world he faced every day, the enemies he had made—everything he did to build the net wealth to retire early and enjoy life. He started getting his affairs in order. He signed a living will and durable power of attorney, spurred by the knowledge that he might lose his sanity before he drew his last breath. He changed his last will and testament a dozen times but eventually lost his enthusiasm for disinheriting the estranged children of his first and second wives. The one thing he couldn’t prepare for preoccupied his thoughts, day and night, night and day. He wasn’t ready to face whatever lurked on the other side of death. He tried praying to some vague notion of God but just felt silly. What kind of God would listen to a man who had spent his whole life denying that God existed? Yet the thought of stepping into the darkness of death without solving life’s greatest mystery scared the Patient most of all. If he were God, he would judge his own life harshly. Sure, he had accumulated vast amounts of wealth, but what good had he done? Whom had he really helped? Who would say that life on earth was better because they had known him? The sad and honest truth kept him awake at night and haunted his daytime thoughts. Maybe there was still time. A lot could be done in twelve months. But even if he wanted to curry favor with God, how could he do that? He still didn’t really believe that God existed. And if God did exist, which of the gods worshiped on earth was the true God? It hit him while watching Survivor, nearly four weeks after the initial diagnosis. Life’s greatest reality show! It seemed like such a deliciously good idea that it