Dead Money
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"A gripping thriller that pulls back the curtain on the secret world of tech billionaires."--Time (100 Must-Read Books of 2025)
"A stone-cold banger of a novel--a twisty journey through Silicon Valley's dark side, wrapped in a stunning mystery package with some wild surprises along the way."--Blake Crouch, New York Times bestselling author of Dark Matter EDGAR AWARD NOMINEE - A WASHINGTON POST AND CRIMEREADS BEST BOOK OF THE YEAR DON'T CALL ME A FIXER. THIS ISN'T HBO. As the unofficial "problem solver" for Silicon Valley's most ruthless venture capitalist, Mackenzie Clyde's an expert at wrangling tech bros and their multimillions--even as her own shot at a windfall remains just out of reach. But now she's playing for higher stakes. Because the lightning-rod CEO of tech's hottest startup has just been murdered, leaving behind billions in "dead money" frozen in his will--and Mackenzie's boss is the company's chief investor. With a fortune on the line and the official investigation going nowhere, it's up to Mackenzie to step in and resolve things, fast. Mackenzie's a lawyer, not a detective. Cracking this fiendishly clever killing, with its list of suspects that reads like a who's-who of Valley power players, should be way out of her league. Except Mackenzie's used to being underestimated. In fact, she's counting on it. "Terrific . . . filled with jaw-dropping twists and turns . . . an unpredictable nesting-box of surprises."--The New York Times Book Review
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- ISBN-13: 9780593726709
- ISBN-10: 0593726707
- Publisher: Bantam
- Publish Date: January 2025
- Dimensions: 9.57 x 6.42 x 1.37 inches
- Shipping Weight: 1.28 pounds
- Page Count: 416
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“This isn’t a buddy cop movie,” FBI agent Jameson Danner tells corporate fixer Mackenzie Clyde, who’s been called in to help investigate the murder of Trevor Canon, the CEO of a Silicon Valley tech startup called Journy—“the biggest, buzziest startup on the planet.” “We don’t partner with amateurs,” Danner adds. “Especially not a [venture capital] lawyer with zero criminal training.”
That’s the initial standoff—the first of many—in Jakob Kerr’s fast-paced debut mystery, Dead Money. Kerr’s background as a lawyer and communications exec (he was one of the first Airbnb employees) lends a glamorous, galling and sometimes humorous authenticity to Dead Money’s exploration of high-stakes finance. At a Warriors basketball game, for instance, Mackenzie observes “rich white people of every size and shape . . . a parade of expensive labels and exposed ankles. Outside of Danner and the players on the court, Mackenzie couldn’t find a single man who appeared to be wearing socks.”
Mackenzie works for Roger Hammersmith, Journy’s biggest investor, who could lose every cent he poured into the startup now that Canon’s been shot between the eyes in his private office. To make matters even more uncertain, Canon changed his will shortly before his death, inserting a “dead money” provision that freezes his company’s assets until someone is tried for his murder.
Only the company’s board of directors, it seems, had access to Canon’s sanctum. As Mackenzie and Danner examine their potential motives and alibis, the pair’s divergent upbringings emerge. Danner is the son of the Senate minority leader, while Mackenzie was raised by a single mom. At 6-feet-2-inches, she towers over many of her peers both in height and intelligence. She has blazed a bold path for herself, and she’s not done yet. Kerr skillfully increases readers’ knowledge of Mackenzie’s past by interspersing chapters that not only reveal her background, but shed tantalizing light on her ultimate goals.
As the danger and tensions rise, Dead Money is full of creative and timely surprises—along with numerous plot twists—leading up to a helluva concluding action scene that plays out in a memorably dramatic setting.
“This isn’t a buddy cop movie,” FBI agent Jameson Danner tells corporate fixer Mackenzie Clyde, who’s been called in to help investigate the murder of Trevor Canon, the CEO of a Silicon Valley tech startup called Journy—“the biggest, buzziest startup on the planet.” “We don’t partner with amateurs,” Danner adds. “Especially not a [venture capital] lawyer with zero criminal training.”
That’s the initial standoff—the first of many—in Jakob Kerr’s fast-paced debut mystery, Dead Money. Kerr’s background as a lawyer and communications exec (he was one of the first Airbnb employees) lends a glamorous, galling and sometimes humorous authenticity to Dead Money’s exploration of high-stakes finance. At a Warriors basketball game, for instance, Mackenzie observes “rich white people of every size and shape . . . a parade of expensive labels and exposed ankles. Outside of Danner and the players on the court, Mackenzie couldn’t find a single man who appeared to be wearing socks.”
Mackenzie works for Roger Hammersmith, Journy’s biggest investor, who could lose every cent he poured into the startup now that Canon’s been shot between the eyes in his private office. To make matters even more uncertain, Canon changed his will shortly before his death, inserting a “dead money” provision that freezes his company’s assets until someone is tried for his murder.
Only the company’s board of directors, it seems, had access to Canon’s sanctum. As Mackenzie and Danner examine their potential motives and alibis, the pair’s divergent upbringings emerge. Danner is the son of the Senate minority leader, while Mackenzie was raised by a single mom. At 6-feet-2-inches, she towers over many of her peers both in height and intelligence. She has blazed a bold path for herself, and she’s not done yet. Kerr skillfully increases readers’ knowledge of Mackenzie’s past by interspersing chapters that not only reveal her background, but shed tantalizing light on her ultimate goals.
As the danger and tensions rise, Dead Money is full of creative and timely surprises—along with numerous plot twists—leading up to a helluva concluding action scene that plays out in a memorably dramatic setting.
