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All The Dead Were Strangers

Meeting for drinks in Greenwich Village after a ten year separation, Voort finds his boyhood friend Meechum, frightened and depressed. Twenty-four hours later Meechum has disappeared. The only clue in Voort’s possession is a cocktail napkin on which Meechum has written five names. Working his way through the list, Voort begins to connect a series of eerily “accidental” deaths around the country. All the dead were strangers. But two on the list may still be alive, and in grave danger.

As Voort tries to locate them he finds himself pitted against an enemy bigger than anything his sex crimes unit has ever encountered. Bigger than anything the New York City police force has ever encountered. He has discovered a disturbing conspiracy of vast proportions. And now the conspirators have discovered Voort.