Some truths are too heavy for one person to hold.
Two children went through the wrong door at a summer camp in 2001. Twenty-three years later, investigative journalist Victoria Hale mails a letter to one of them-and twelve days later it comes back, opened, corrected, in a stranger's careful hand.
Daniel Reeves does not want to be found. He has spent his life making sure he can't be: editing himself out of records, cutting the people he loves loose to keep them safe, watching the world from a chair he never lets himself lean back in. He is the only one still standing guard over an argument the country has begun, quietly and sincerely, to make again-that seeing a catastrophe coming obligates someone to act, alone, on foresight no one can check.
Victoria and Jack Mercer think they are searching for a man. What they find is a question with no floor: when the most dangerous idea in the world keeps recruiting good people who believe they thought of it themselves, who can be trusted to hold the truth about it?
The answer, it turns out, is no one. And everyone.
Taut, humane, and quietly devastating, THE MISSING NAME is the second novel in The Jack Mercer Files-a literary conspiracy thriller about judgment, inheritance, and the difference between being right and being correct.
Perfect for readers of slow-burn psychological suspense and intelligent conspiracy fiction-stories where the deepest danger is an idea, and the bravest act is refusing to carry it alone.
