In seventeenth-century England witchfinders were bearers of false witness - and were paid handsomely for their lies. In twentieth-century America the pickings are easier, and the pay has gone through the roof. Now, a world-renowned architect, a man thought to be dying in a Los Angeles hospital, has called Amos Walker to a hotel room at Detroit Metropolitan Airport, to find the person who engineered a heartbreaking lie - and cost the architect the one woman he truly loved.It began with a photograph that Jay Bell Furlong didn't recognize as a fake. It turned into a smashed love affair, with the master builder fleeing to the West Coast and a lonely world of fame, money, and megalomania. As soon as Walker gets the photograph in his hand and hits Detroit's heat-soaked streets, the doctored photo becomes a passport to murder. In a world of tycoons, socialites, cops, and crooks, Walker is turning over rocks in Detroit's best and worst neighborhoods. What he finds are a lot of people who had plenty of reason to hate Jay Bell Furlong. . .