Four shots and four New York billionaires are dead. The killer has disappeared without a trace. Long Island's summer season shuts down as the body count mounts. No more yachting, dinners on the terrace, or charity galas. The Hamptons are empty. Having immense wealth suddenly isn't fun, not while a silent and capable sniper is on the hunt. He isn't seeking attention. He isn't after ransom. His motives are unknown. The only insight is found on index cards which show up in the mailrooms of major news stations saying "I KILL RICH PEOPLE". The donor whales scream at New York's Mayor, Congressmen, and Senators for protection. But money and power won't stop the shooter. As the killing continues, a fan club grows for the shooter; the rich are suddenly the enemy, thanks mainly to Emerson Elliot, the radio shock jock who fans the flames. Elliot's program exercises a populist voice that, to the ultra-rich, makes Elliot as threatening as the shooter.While New York's richest hide or die, a dozen law-enforcement agencies scramble for answers. Each agency is grabbing for newly-released federal funds and every one of them pursues its own agenda. Only Owen Cullen, NYPD's lead detective, puts his life on the line to stop the shooter simply because that is the job. His job is to catch the killer, even as he is losing his own home to foreclosure. His family and friends might not understand, but Owen can't afford to have second thoughts about saving billionaires. He has to do it; the job is who he is.Owen and the select inter-agency unit around him begin to see some success while thousands of others are failing, but their momentum presses them toward a collision that some of them may not survive.***Note: Be sure to skim over official documents: autopsies, death certificates. These do not offer critical details so don't get bogged down in them.