A clever, funny prequel to the popular Thomas Prescott series, set in 2011.
Independently wealthy Prescott is a brilliant investigator. When his maverick streak and quirky sense of humor get him bounced from the Seattle Police Department, he follows his beloved sister, Lacy, to Philadelphia, where she swims for Drexel and he consults with the city police. While hanging around an Occupy Wall Street demonstration, he finds Brooke Wexley, whose father is the richest man in town, dead in her tent, and his police connections set him on the trail of her killer. Along the way, he gets a call asking for help in a serial killer case. A string of dead men all have three-digit numbers carved in their foreheads. The members of the joint task force investigating the crimes think they’re area codes, but Prescott disagrees. Too much of a loose cannon for the FBI, he investigates on his own and stumbles on stories about the Numbers Racket and dream books that assign three-digit numbers to dreams so people can use them to place bets. A visit to a fellow investigator’s mother tells him all he wants to know about the Numbers and territorial fights over who runs them. Although Prescott isn't cleared to investigate, his theory proves correct, and the dream books lead him to Boston, where digging up a grave discloses still more bodies with numbers on their foreheads. After Prescott’s saved from arrest for grave-robbing by FBI Special Agent Wade Gleason, the discovery gets them appointed to the joint task force even as he continues to work the Wexley case, often posing as a fun-loving frat boy.
A nail-biting thriller larded with humor and social commentary.