"I saw him, Jack."
I nearly dropped the phone. The room was spinning. Why? Because my brother's voice was deadly scary and because without him saying another word, I knew exactly who he meant.
"Jack, are you there? Did you hear me? I said I saw him. He was watching Chase. I know it's not possible, but I know who I saw, and I'm right, Jack. I know I'm right."
My mouth was so dry I didn't think I could speak. My hoarse voice finally muttered a few words of explanation that I knew he wouldn't buy. "Troy . . . you've been in the sun all afternoon. The mind. You know, your mind can play . . . "
"Jack, would you get over here?" I'd only heard his voice sound this desperate once before. A year ago. I closed my eyes and leaned against a pillar for support. "I saw him, Jack. He was here. Today. For just a minute . . . and then he was gone. Jack, Mr. Eden's alive."

"Fans of Steven Layne will be quickly drawn into this fast-paced tale. The tense story-full of twists and surprises-is another engaging science fiction thriller."
-Sara Holbrook, author, I Never Said I Wasn't Difficult

Praise for This Side of Paradise

"Layne's tale is a heady mix of conspiracies, alternate identities, and sinister underground laboratories with a creepy schizophrenic villain that readers will love to hate."
-VOYA