Three researchers. Two car accidents. Forty-eight hours. Coincidence has its limits.

Hazel Chase is in Amsterdam to find out what her parents were researching before they died. Haldrek Pharmaceuticals isn't exactly rolling out the welcome mat—she gets stonewalled by HR and watched by a security guard who clearly knows more than he's saying.

Then a janitor whispers what nobody else will: Hazel's parents weren't the only ones who died. A colleague from their team had a fatal car accident two days before them. Same method. Same convenient explanation.

Hazel's a baker investigating a twenty-three-year-old pharmaceutical conspiracy. She has no authority, no evidence, and her main investigative technique is showing up and making people uncomfortable.

It's working surprisingly well. 

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