She spent fifty years pruning the world of monsters. Now, she has one last secret to dig up.

Shenandoah Valley, Virginia. January 1992.

To the staff at Valley Hospice, Jessica Freeman is just another patient fading into the winter night—a frail, eighty-one-year-old woman with paper-thin skin and a quiet demeanor. But Jessica has never been just an old woman. She is a retired gardener. And for fifty years, her garden was the world, and her weeds were the men who hurt the powerless.

From the blood-slicked alleys of Occupied France to the sun-scorched tobacco fields of Georgia; from the fog of San Francisco to the quiet, deceptive peace of the Virginia hills, Jessica served as the secret hand of karma. She hunted the predators the law couldn't touch: the abusers, the traffickers, the killers hiding behind badges and smiles. She pruned them with surgical precision, leaving no trace but a balanced scale.

"Finish what you start. Carry what you kill," her Papa once told her.

But a garden is a ruthless place, and judgment is a heavy burden. Haunted by the memory of the one innocent flower she crushed by mistake—a tragedy that broke her spirit and silenced her gun—Jessica has spent ten years waiting for permission to die.

Now, with her final breath approaching, Jessica opens her worn leather-bound scrapbook to confess her life's work to Sarah Mitchell, a young hospice nurse hiding deep scars of her own. As the snow falls and the morphine drips, Jessica recounts a lifetime of necessary evils, forcing Sarah to confront a terrifying question: In a world full of weeds, is it a sin to be the gardener?

THE GARDENER is a sweeping, atmospheric Southern Gothic Noir that spans the 20th century. It is a story of justice and vengeance, of the ghosts we carry, and of the terrifying legacy passed from one woman to another."

"A character study of a killer you can't help but root for."

"The ending will stay with you long after you close the book."

Experience the confession. Enter the Garden.