STATE STREETS

He was good at staying gone. Somebody was better at looking.

For twelve years, nobody could find Jan Evers.

He lived at the top of a red-brick tower on State Street in Rochester — a penthouse, a 1970 Chevelle SS, a standing Friday chair at the barbershop, and a past he’d spent a decade burying. He was very good at disappearing. He’d had to be.

Then, on a bright afternoon in early October, a contractor’s pickup detonates on the street below his windows — and the man who lit the fuse has spent twelve years learning how to find the one person the world was never supposed to see.

Because nothing gets forgotten anymore. Every face, every plate, every road in New York State feeds a single private network that never looks away — built on stolen work, sold to police and insurers and anyone who’ll pay, and quietly turned into a weapon aimed at a ghost. Jan can’t hide from something that sees everyone. So he goes straight through it: Rochester to the Finger Lakes, Syracuse to Albany, down the Hudson to a glass tower in Manhattan where one man sits atop an eye that watches the whole state.

It’s going to cost him more than he has left to give.

STATE STREETS is the first Jansen Evers novel — a lean, ferocious crime thriller that runs the full length of New York State and reads like Elmore Leonard and James M. Cain met in a muscle car doing ninety. Raw, precise, sensual, and unsentimental, it’s the arrival of a protagonist whose legend is only beginning.

For readers of S.A. Cosby, Elmore Leonard, Richard Price, and Don Winslow.