A not-so-anonymous victim sends Reuben Frost on a chase to catch a high-tech killer The girl is found lying beside the East River, strangled. She's in her late twenties—so why was she carrying a fake ID? The case should have nothing to do with Reuben Frost, legendary retired Wall Street lawyer, but Frost has never been known to mind his own business. Not to mention, his wife, Cynthia, has been slowed down by arthritis, and his social calendar is barren for the first time in decades. It's the perfect time to find a murderer. The dead girl is Marina Courtland, daughter of millionaire food distributor Daniel Courtland, a treasured client of Frost's old firm. Working alongside his dear friend Luis Bautista, the sharpest detective in the NYPD, Frost digs into Marina's past. But what he discovers is a tangled web of plagiarism, infidelity, and indiscreet emails that will ultimately put him face to face with Marina's killer.

When Reuben Frost's old firm is faced with murder, the Wall Street legend comes out of retirement to find the killer No one on Park Avenue can hail a taxi quite like Graham Donovan. He stands outside his apartment building, arm outstretched like a true master of the universe. Today, he rides downtown with the Wall StreetJournal on his lap, his mind preoccupied by rumors that his venerable Wall Street law firm, Chase & Ward, is about to be accused of insider trading. A suspicious letter has surfaced bearing Donovan's signature, and he's desperate to protect his reputation. But in the end, it doesn't matter, for he has hailed his final cab. When Donovan drops dead during lunch, the firm calls on its greatest mind, seventy-four-year-old Reuben Frost, a brilliant lawyer who was recently forced into retirement. It's clear Donovan has been poisoned, but by who? Only Frost knows the ins and outs of Wall Street well enough to pinpoint...