Johnson ties up the loose threads of his fast-paced, thuggish trilogy.
In The Million Dollar Divorce (2004) and The Million Dollar Deception (2008), Nate Kenny manipulated, interfered, bought off and blackmailed his way into the life he wanted; when wife Monica couldn’t bear him a child, he hired Lewis Waters to seduce her so he could save his fortune in a no-contest divorce. But everything has repercussions, and this final installment opens with the appearance of Freddy Ford, Lewis’ best friend, who has lost everything he loves thanks to Nate. Freddy shows up at Nate’s house, shoots him four times, shoots Monica in the head (the two were reconciling) and kidnaps their adopted son Nathaniel. He leaves Chicago for Atlanta, killing a cop on the way, to hide out with old girlfriend Joni while he figures out what to do with the toddler in the back seat and the law on his trail. Against all odds Nate survives, and Monica lies in a coma with good chances for a full recovery. The story is complicated by Daphanie, Nate’s girlfriend before he reconciled with Monica. Daphanie, pregnant by Trevor, tells Nate that the baby is really his in an attempt to woo him back while Monica is still out of commission. Lewis is trying to regain custody of his daughter Layla, who lives at Monica and Nate’s house, though he is not sure he is her biological father. Deceptions, more killing, a budding romance between Lewis and a social worker—it’s a lot of plot in one book. There are some strange, sad moments, as when Freddy and Joni reassure themselves they’d make great parents, and no one survives intact in this kind of modern pulp noir, driven by a nihilism that sees deception as the world’s lingua franca.
The overfed conclusion to an African-American soap opera.