What Vasari Left. Vasari, #3

Six weeks ago, Eimee Vasari walked into a room in Rome and took apart the treaty that had governed her bloodline for thirty years. Now she has a terrace on the Ligurian coast, a garden she planted with her own hands, and the one man the family sent to collect her, who crossed a continent to bring her in and stayed for something he still does not have the words for. It should have been over. Then an old lawyer in Zurich makes a phone call about a woman who drowned twenty-three years ago in a river she was terrified of.
A death everyone agreed to call an accident. A secret someone has been paying to keep ever since. And Eimee understands that the war was never ending. It was only waiting to see what she would do. To drag the truth into the light, she will have to surface in her own name, as a Vasari, against everything her family built. It will paint a target on her back, and on Oleg's. It will end the quiet they only just found.
And the man who was trained to find the unlocked door in every life will have to decide, one last time, who he becomes when the door is his own. Some things are buried to be forgotten. This one was buried to be found. The Vasari Trilogy concludes.