Detective Edward Hyde spent his entire career a hairline away from committing a felony—whatever it took to bring his perp in. But he always knew the difference between the men he hunted—and the man in the mirror.
 
Until now.
 
A string of ritualistic murders is slicing through Chicago’s power players. Judges. Bankers. Aldermen. A high-end escort. Archdiocese. The only thread linking the bodies: an urban legend. Whispers of a Jamaican kingpin—Dr. Henry Jekeyl. The name drifts through backroom gambling parlors, megachurches, and the boardrooms of Fortune 500 companies like smoke. No face. No proof. No motive.
 
And yet… the evidence keeps circling back.
Back to Hyde’s cases.
Back to nights he can’t account for.
Back to nightmares that masquerade as memories.
 
The deeper Hyde digs, the more his depressive traumas bleed into the casework. Cryptic breadcrumbs from R’Londa Legends—Jekeyl’s fixer and the only one who seems to know both men better than they know themselves—pull him forward. And with each new killing, Hyde finds himself disturbingly eager to see what comes next.
 
Her voice was ice: “There are truths that’ll split a man’s mental in two, leave his soul bleeding out—and when the smoke clears, all that’s left is a scarred mind covered in scabs.”
 
The deeper Hyde goes, the stranger the city gets. Enter Jew Li—Half-Japanese. Half-Jewish. All Business. Broker of backroom deals. She trades saints for sinners in silk robes, skimming profit off every sin. In a city where megachurches launder blood money and deadly bishops balance the books, Jew Li might be Hyde’s only way in—or the razor at his throat in the dark.