In the entire year 2060, cutting-edge investigative tools can help catch a killer. But there are some questions also the innovative technologies cannot reply . .

At most solemn minute of the Catholic funeral Mass, the priest brings the chalice to his lips. Secs later, he’s dead over the altar.

For the mourners packed in to the pews, Father Miguel Flores’s sudden demise is an unimaginable shock. When Detective Lieutenant Eve Dallas confirms the consecrated wine contained enough potassium about Salvation in Death cyanide to kill a rhino, she’s prepared to plunge in and find out why, despite her irritation with her surroundings. It’s not the bodegas and pawnshops of East Harlem that trouble her; it’s everything holiness flying around St. Cristobal’s that makes her uneasy.

The autopsy reveals scars from knife wounds, a removed tattoo, and proof cosmetic surgery, suggesting ‘Dad Flores’ might not have been the man his parishioners thought. Right now, as Eve pieces together clues that suggest identification theft, gang cable connections, and a deeply personal act of revenge, she hopes to track down whoever committed this unholy work. Until another murder – before an even larger crowd of worshippers – knocks the whole investigation sideways.

Just how Eve sees it, vengeance could be the Lord’s business, but if there’s likely to be any earthly justice in cases like this, it’s up to her.