Some secrets leave
a paper trail.

Thirty-eight years. One secret. Four words.

Manuscript authenticator Zara Ashby finds things that powerful people have tried to lose. Stolen collections. Hidden provenances. Truths buried so deep that the people who buried them have started to believe they never existed.

She is very good at her job. She is also very good at working alone. Oxford, she tells herself, will be no different.

It is different.

The case waiting for her is older than she expected, and darker, and connected to a man who spent thirty-eight years in careful silence building something he believed would outlast him.

He died before he could finish the job.

Zara is going to finish it for him.