A Supreme Court justice is murdered and a conspiracy with potentially cataclysmic effects is uncovered in this adrenaline-charged entry in the nationally bestselling “propulsive, page-turning, compelling” (C.J. Box, #1 New York Times bestselling author) Hayley Chill series. When a justice of the Supreme Court is killed by the police officer assigned to protect him, the country is shocked. Hayley Chill’s superiors suspect the assassination is part of a major conspiracy. In Maui, where one member of the Supreme Court owns a vacation home, a busload of children is taken hostage with the justice’s death as ransom. Together with a deputy US marshal, Hayley embarks on the monumental task of rescuing the children while also protecting the justice. “With plot twists that keep you guessing, and a heroine who makes you stand up and cheer, The Devil You Know is a knockout” (Don Bentley, New York Times bestselling author). “Chill’s beautifully drawn character highlights a terrific, riveting action thriller that leaves us thinking even as we’re turning the pages.” -- Jon Land, USA Today bestselling author of the Caitlin Strong Novels "Hayley Chill is such a likeable and engaging character...I have read all four in the series and one novella and can recommend them all to those who like exciting political thrillers." ― Deadly Pleasures Magazine "An action-packed novel that starts strong and never letes up, with some twists you don't see coming. A great Memorial Day read." ― Red Carpet Crash "The pacing is perfect, the characters' sense of urgency trasnferring to the readers, who will start turning pages with increasing speed." ― Booklist Chris Hauty’s debut, Deep State , was a New York Times Book Review Editors’ Choice, and Barry Award nominee. Other novels include the CALIBA Award–nominated Savage Road , and S torm Rising , as well as the acclaimed novella Insurrection Day . He currently lives in Glendale, California. Chapter 1: Bar Bathroom Paramour CHAPTER 1 BAR BATHROOM PARAMOUR Hayley Chill needed a drink. Having watched a burial crew put her kid sister in the ground five days after Christmas was today’s excuse. Yesterday’s justification had been different. Who could say about tomorrow? She found the perfect place at the end of Third Street in West Logan, overlooking the Guyandotte River. Following the service and interment, Hayley laid low in her Chapmanville motel room for a few hours. Her needs were limited: a chair on which to sit and listen to the white noise of traffic outside on the main drag through town. Wishing to avoid well-meaning friends and grieving family members, Hayley had told no one where she was staying. The same motivation prompted her to drive ten miles south to fulfill another, more pressing necessity. Hayley entered the West Virginia roadside tavern and paused to take stock of her refuge. Low ceiling and even lower light. A Cavaliers game on a muted television over the cash register. Murmuring patrons seated at the bar and tables, their coats and jackets hanging haphazardly from seat backs or draped over stools. The bluegrass music coming over the sound system was a pleasant surprise. Hayley also scrutinized the rows of bottles on either side of the register that were backlit to colorful effect. Yes. This place will do just fine. She grabbed a stool at the bar, two empty seats to her left and right. The bartender—big, bald, bearded, and wearing an Elk River Ramblers T-shirt—responded to Hayley’s predatory stare soon enough. “Tequila,” she said. “Jose Cuervo?” She shook her head. “Whiskey. Beer chaser.” The truth was, Hayley had been hitting the green bottle of La Gritona she’d packed in her bag pretty much all day. Tammy’s overdose three days earlier was a brutal shock, only the latest in a series of traumas, but it wasn’t until she had arrived in town that the full brunt of fury and grief descended on her. Returning home wasn’t a trivial matter. Too many bad memories. Too much heartache. The last time Hayley saw her kid sister alive was more than six months ago, the occasion being—unironically—another overdose-induced funeral. Tammy seemed perfectly fine then, thrilled to be pregnant with her first child. Now that six-month-old baby boy had lost his mother, and Hayley, a sister she loved. At the funeral, she couldn’t help but worry how long before her baby nephew was orphaned entirely, judging by the sallow appearance of Jeff, the boy’s father. What a god-awful mess. The bartender delivered the goods. Shooting the whiskey, Hayley replaced the glass on the bar ahead of the mug of cold beer, an unmissable signal she wanted a refill. Bald and Bearded dutifully poured another. Before Hayley could lift the shot glass, the inevitable guy appeared at her elbow. Fives and ones clasped in his right hand. Requisite trucker cap. A mole on his left cheek like some John-Boy Walton come to life. Hayley felt his gaze on her. “What’s up?” she asked with