Portland, Oregon--once a beacon of promise and prosperity-is now the epicenter of a world gone wrong. Lowly contract cop Lane Anslow struggles to keep afloat in streets that are--and to watch out for his brilliant but bipolar brother, Johnny, a medical researcher. Lane discovers that Johnny is part of an experiment veiled in extraordinary secrecy--and has gone missing. Lane follows a twisting trail into a billionaire's hilltop urban fortress, a politician's inner circle, a prison set in an aircraft graveyard, and a highly guarded community where people appear to be half their biological age. Behind it all is a sinister, desperate race to claim the biggest scientific prize of all: eternal life.

Mort knows exactly where the Fixer is--and he's conspiring to keep her hidden. As Trixie strikes again, Mort suddenly finds himself and his family in the crosshairs. Because these new murders are not random, and their perpetrator is hell-bent on luring Mort into a sick and twisted game. If he's not careful, he's going to need Fixing.

At a posh South American resort tucked into the lush jungles of the Andes, an American journalist has gone missing, leaving the hotel's PR agent, Pilar Rojas, with an international incident on her hands. Which is why she offers her ex-lover, travel writer Jacob Smalls, an all-expenses-paid trip to the resort in exchange for a puff piece extolling its virtues-and some behind-the-scenes digging into the disappearance. Intrigued by the prospect of winning Pilar back--and eager, as always, for freebies--Jacob hops the first flight to La Paz, Bolivia.

From the moment Jacob hits the city's cobbled streets, Jacob attracts all the wrong kinds of attention. And amid ancient Incan hillside terraces, a world-class hotel conceals a secret that may kill.

Before Jake can win Laura back, he's nearly killed--and his former partner is shot dead--after a visit to the Yankee Club, a speakeasy dive in their old Queens neighborhood. Suddenly Jake and Laura are plunged into a conspiracy that runs afoul of gangsters, sweeping from New York's private clubs to the halls of corporate power and to the White House itself.