A 20-book thriller series · Ground Truth
Grant Prescott runs a four-person investigations firm out of a storefront on Haywood Road in Asheville. They take cold cases the institutions have written off. The first one points to a network. The second proves it exists. The third one says it has been operating since 1925.
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The Foundation arc
Asheville, 1968. Eleven hundred buildings flattened in the name of urban renewal. The county records are gone — and not because anyone dropped a box. Grant Prescott takes the case as a favor. By chapter eight he's being followed. By chapter twenty he has a name for what's following him.
Four hundred miles south, in the Sea Islands. Same paperwork. Same vanishing records. Different decade. Two cases is coincidence. Two cases with the same fingerprints is a system. Grant has a name for it now: Meridian. Meridian doesn't appreciate being named.
A decommissioned federal facility above a holler nobody drives through. Forty years of Cold War-era medical files that were supposed to be classified, then digitized, then 'lost' in a contractor migration. Marcus Yun gets Grant the backchannel. The next morning Marcus's apartment is empty.
The premise
It's the data you walk out and verify on the actual ground after a survey. The map can lie. The satellite can lie. The records can be migrated, sanitized, redacted, and lost. Ground tells the truth. Grant Prescott built his firm on that idea. Somebody else has been working just as hard to make sure the ground stays quiet.
Inside the seriesThe crew
Ground Truth runs out of a converted storefront on Haywood Road in Asheville. Above a barber shop. Below an apartment Grant doesn't talk about. The basement opens onto a Prohibition tunnel they've used twice in twelve years. The crew is four people deep.
Lead investigator
Forty-one. Greenwich, Connecticut by birth; Asheville by choice. Old-money family he doesn't speak to. Ran a New York records-and-research consultancy that he burned to the ground for reasons he doesn't explain on a first meeting.
Field
Thirty-six. Army intel. Two deployments, the second of which she does not discuss. Best in the firm at being invisible in a small town for as long as a case requires.
Records
Forty-eight. Born in a holler outside Black Mountain. Self-taught archivist with no degree and a memory like a courthouse. The only one who actually reads everything.
Legal
Fifty-two. Former DOJ. There is a box of files in his attic he has not opened in eleven years. One of these books is going to be the case that gets him to open it.
For readers of
Standalone cases. Recurring crew. A shared universe. Real American history that nobody put on a plaque, run through the kind of plot that gets your tires shot at by chapter twenty-five.
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