Do we really know the person closest to us? When a bomb goes off in New York City’s Grand Central Terminal it destroys the morning train Karen Friedman’s investment banker husband took to work. At first, when she doesn’t hear from him she holds tight to the chance that he may be alright. But days later, though there is still no sign of her husband’s body, Karen resigns herself to the worst—Charles is dead. Months later, just as her life is returning to normal, two men show up at her suburban home asking questions about Charles and his business. A huge sum of money is missing—and all trails lead back to her husband. Was he involved in something Karen didn’t know about? And if so, what else was he hiding? Was his whole life—and hers—a lie? With the help of a local detective, Karen doggesdly pursues answers. Dead or not, Charles owes somebody $150 million dollars . . . and the time has come to collect. Marked by swift and cinematic pacing, abundant twists, strong characterization, an