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Published by: Dutton
Release Date: January 21, 2020
Pages: 384
ISBN13: 978-1101985847

Series: Nick Heller Series #4

Coming January 21, 2020!


In New York Times bestselling author Joseph Finder's new thriller, private investigator Nick Heller is hired to infiltrate a powerful family whose wealth and reputation hide something far more sinister.

Nick Heller, private spy, exposes secrets that powerful people would rather keep hidden.

At the funeral of his good friend Sean, an army buddy who once saved Nick's life and had struggled with opioid addiction since returning wounded from war, a stranger approaches Nick with a job. The woman is a member of the Kimball family, whose immense fortune was built on opiates. Now she wants to become a whistleblower, exposing evidence that Kimball Pharmaceutical knew its biggest money-maker drug, Oxydone, was dangerously addictive and led directly to the overdoses and deaths of people like Sean.

Nick agrees instantly, eager to avenge Sean's death, but he quickly finds himself entangled in the complicated family dynamics of the Kimball dynasty. The other Kimball siblings view Nick as the enemy, and at least one will do anything to keep him from exposing the patriarch's guilt. And Nick discovers he is not the only private investigator employed by a Kimball scion. His old lover Maggie has also been hired, reuniting the two after a conflict when they both worked at the Pentagon years ago.

Nick and Maggie soon realize the sins of the Kimball patriarch are just the beginning. Beneath the surface are the barely concealed cabals and conspiracies: a twisting story of family intrigue and lethal corporate machinations.

Series Overview

Nick Heller likes nothing more than being underestimated by an opponent. He’s self-deprecating, irreverent, a man who can’t stand pretense. Or bullies. He really doesn’t like being lied to — and no one’s more loyal. After serving in the Special Forces in undisclosed locations, doing things he’s not allowed to talk about, he became a “private spy.” Now he’s got his own boutique international investigation firm in his hometown of Boston. And as some very bad people are about to learn, he never, ever gives up.

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"Nick Heller takes on big pharma in Thriller Award–winner Finder’s excellent fourth novel featuring the Boston PI… Fans of timely, thoughtful page-turners will be richly rewarded."
Publishers Weekly, starred review

"Finder is a master of the narrow escape… Finder’s characterization of Heller gets more layered with every installment. The way Heller moves through the mystery, using social skills, street smarts, and technology to get in and out of trouble, is breathtaking. Excruciating suspense.”
Booklist, starred review

"Joseph Finder is incapable of writing a bad thriller. I’d follow Nick Heller anywhere."
—C.J. Box, #1 NYT bestselling author of Long Range

"A mixture of Jason Bourne and Sam Spade, Nick Heller is the man you want in your corner. House on Fire is classic whodunit wrapped in a modern world of technology and current events, with enough twists to keep you reading long into the night."
—Brad Taylor, bestselling author of Daughter of War


The first thing I did was to tug the long tube out of my stomach, out of my esophagus, and out of my nose. It made me feel queasy again, but that feeling passed quickly. It was a relief to have the thing out. I left the probe and the data recorder on a wooden dresser. Then I changed into my security-company uniform, or at least as close to a uniform as Jillian was able to assemble. It was a pair of gray pants and a gray shirt. Unfortunately, the gray shirt was just a generic gray shirt from Target; it was missing the stitched-on logo of the security company. I took out my metal clipboard. My forged Phoenicia ID badge hung around my neck on a lanyard. It was a good forgery.

Winston kept snoring.

I slung a small nylon messenger bag over my shoulder. It contained a few small pieces of equipment. My bag of toys.

I opened the bedroom door slowly and quietly and looked to either side to see if anyone was out there.

No one.

I slipped out, closing the door gently behind me. All was quiet, just the rhythmic pheep pheep pheep from some machine.

The lights were on out here, but I didn’t see anyone awake and working. Maybe there was a skeleton night staff. No one saw me. No CCTV camera globes in this part of the clinic. In a place like this, they’d be obvious, not concealed.

I found a door marked simply EXIT. I was fairly sure this was the right door, based on the floor plan I’d memorized. There were several. For reasons having to do with the fire code, it didn’t require an ID. You just pushed the door open. Coming back in you’d need an ID badge. Which, of course, I had.

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