A woman must uncover the secrets of her dead husband’s past in this electrifying thriller from the author of the New York Times bestseller The Blue Zone . An explosion rips through New York City's Grand Central Station one morning, destroying the train Karen Friedman's husband, a successful hedge fund manager, is riding in to work. Days later, with many bodies still unidentifiable, Karen resigns herself to the awful truth: her husband of eighteen years is dead. On that same day, a suspicious hit-and-run accident leaves a young man dead in Karen's hometown of Greenwich, Connecticut. Ty Hauck, a detective, becomes emotionally caught up in the case and finds a clue that shockingly connects the two seemingly unrelated events. Months later, two men show up at Karen's home digging into Charles's business dealings. Hundreds of millions of dollars are missing—and the trail points squarely to Charles. With doubt suddenly cast on everything she has ever known, Karen, with Hauck, steps into a widening storm of hedge fund losses, international scams, and murder. And as the investigations converge, these two strangers touched by tragedy are pulled into a deepening relationship and unwittingly open the door to a twisted—and deadly—conspiracy. “Gross has learned well from his tutor-in-crime. . . . The Blue Zone is impossible to put down.” - Los Angeles Times “A spine-chilling mystery with a thrilling twist.” - Cosmopolitan “Real fear, real thrills, real suspense . . . real good.” - Lee Child, author of The Hard Way “A tense and chilling thriller with a whole lot of heart.” - James Patterson “Gross makes a solo debut superior to his collaborative efforts. . . . [He] shows sufficient talent for readers to want to see more from his pen alone.” - Publishers Weekly A woman uncovers the secrets of her dead husband's past in this second electrifying thriller from the author of the New York Times bestseller The Blue Zone . Karen Friedman thinks it's a mistake when two men show up asking about her dead husband's business, but millions of dollars don't disappear by accident—and all trails lead to Charles. Then detective Ty Hauck makes a discovery while investigating a suspicious hit-and-run—a clue that shockingly points to Charles. As Karen's and Hauck's lives converge, they unwittingly step into a widening storm of hedge fund losses, international scams, and deadly conspiracies. Andrew Gross is the author of the New York Times and international bestsellers Everything to Lose , No Way Back , 15 Seconds , Eyes Wide Open , Reckless , Don't Look Back , The Dark Tide , and The Blue Zone . He is also coauthor of five number one bestsellers with James Patterson, including Judge & Jury and Lifeguard . His books have been translated into more than twenty-five languages. The Dark Tide LP By Andrew Gross HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. Copyright © 2008 Andrew Gross All right reserved. ISBN: 9780061562679 Chapter One 6:10 A.M. As the morning sun canted sharply through the bedroom window, Charles Friedman dropped the baton. He hadn't had the dream in years, yet there he was, gangly, twelve years old, running the third leg of the relay in the track meet at summer camp, the battle between the Blue and the Gray squarely on the line. The sky was a brilliant blue, the crowd jumping up and down—crew-cut, red-cheeked faces he would never see again, except here. His teammate, Kyle Bregman, running the preceding leg, was bearing down on him, holding on to a slim lead, cheeks puffing with everything he had. Reach.?.?.?.? Charles readied himself, set to take off at the touch of the baton. He felt his fingers twitch, awaiting the slap of the stick in his palm. There it was! Now! He took off. Suddenly there was a crushing groan. Charles stopped, looked down in horror. The baton lay on the ground. The Gray Team completed the exchange, sprinting past him to an improbable victory, their supporters jumping in glee. Cheers of jubilation mixed with jeers of disappointment echoed in Charles's ears. That's when he woke up. As he always did. Breathing heavily, sheets damp with sweat. Charles glanced at his hands—empty. He patted the covers as if the baton were somehow still there, after thirty years. But it was only Tobey, their white West Highland terrier, staring wide-eyed and expectantly, straddled turkey-legged on his chest. Charles let his head fall back with a sigh. He glanced at the clock: 6:10 A.M. Ten minutes before the alarm. His wife, Karen, lay curled up next to him. He hadn't slept much at all. He'd been wide awake from 3:00 to 4:00 A.M. , staring at the World's Strongest Female Championship on ESPN2 without the sound, not wanting to disturb her. Something was weighing heavily on Charles's mind. Maybe it was the large position he had taken in Canadian oil sands last Thursday and had kept through the weekend—highly risky with the price of oil leaking the other way. Or how he had bet up the six-mon