HOLD THE LINE

Some debts don't drown. They wait.Iris Mercer comes to the valley proud — the engineer hired to repair her great-grandfather's dam, the biggest thing three counties ever built. Then the reservoir drops to a level it hasn't seen in sixty years, the wall begins to weep grey water, and a man turns up drowned on dry stone inside the concrete, sealed in a locked room with a workman's handprint cooling on his shoulder.Jonah Calder comes to clear a name. His great-grandfather was written into the company books as a deserter the day the dam was poured, and Jonah — a blue-collar cutter with nothing to his name but the trade in his hands — means to prove the old man didn't run. He never expected the dam to know his blood. Or to keep a place for him.There are nine men in the wall: a pour gang sealed alive in 1961 and called cowards, working a shift that never ended, whistling in the dark for a relief crew that never came. They want to be counted. They want the truth told out loud. And they have chosen the two people whose families put them there to come down into the grave and bring them home.A Mercer who gave the order. A Calder who was buried for it. The only thing more dangerous than what's in the wall is what's beginning to rise between them.The water is coming up. The company wants it sealed. And the dead do not lose a man twice.Hold the line.