Reggie Mason, a black Virginia state trooper, comes to Shep Harrington’s law office and makes a breathtaking confession to his longtime friend: “I think I’m guilty of illegally using the state DNA databases . . . and maybe a few more felonies to boot. Shep, I’m trying to decide whether to turn myself in.”
The “why” behind Reggie’s confession is equally shocking: “Fifty years ago, my Aunt Betty was told that her male baby had died of a heart defect. Aunt Betty believes he either was given away or murdered. She asked me to find out what really happened. So I used the state DNA database to look for him. A few weeks ago, I found a match. The good news is that he’s not dead. The bad news is that he may have been involved in a murder.”
The murder victim, Jennifer Rice, is a famous photographer. Curiously, photographs of Shep’s farm and the elderly residents who once resided there were found at her house. All Reggie wants Shep to do is to ask the previous residents if they remember anyone taking pictures at the farm or if they saw a woman with a baby. But simple requests are not easily contained. As Shep soon learns, the request brings him to the top of a slippery slope with an ill-defined edge. Question begets question, and the slide down the slope proves inevitable: What happened to the baby? Who took it? Why was he taken? And who killed Jennifer Rice? When Shep learns that the child, known as Baby John, was born at a hospital run by Alton Nichols, a famous Virginia eugenicist, he is drawn into the dark history of the American eugenics movement, a pseudo-science used to justify racial bigotry and white supremacy.
As Shep puts together the jigsaw of clues, he becomes convinced that the seeds of Jennifer Rice’s murder were sown fifty years earlier by men obsessed with skin color and racial purity. Worse still, Shep decides, the ghost of that obsession has yet to fade.