When Tina Evans gets a call from her brother in the middle of the night, she doesn't think much of it; she's been fielding distress calls from Bill for the last twenty years, ever since the day their father killed their mother.

At first, this call seems just like all the others: Bill's holed up in a Brooklyn drug den and needs her to come rescue him. But when Tina gets there, her brother's nowhere to be found. Instead, she discovers the body of a private detective hidden in the junk heap out back. He's been shot to death, and his gun is missing from its holster.

Tina's about to dial 911 when she receives a three-letter text message from a number she doesn't recognize: "Shh..."

Tina doesn't believe in coincidence--the death of this detective and her brother's disappearance must be related. But how? Could it be her father pulling the strings from his prison cell? And is she willing to risk her own freedom--and her life--to uncover the truth?