"To one who waits, a moment is like eternity." That's what Confucius said, and I can verify that as I lie bleeding on a cold floor, waiting to see the face of my killer. And I'm not his only victim. When Gary Munson's wife hired me to find her husband's murderer, I had no idea what I was getting into. I'd worked beside Gary for years, but I hadn't really known him. Is the killer Gary's new partner? Or maybe the loan shark he owed big bucks to? Or is it someone else altogether? I only hope I live long enough to find out.