A single-night thriller

The Last Quiet Hour

She has eight hours until her testimony. Someone only needs seven.

Setting
A diner in Queens. Booth nine.
Atmosphere
Bad coffee, no sleep
Soundtrack
Lana Del Rey — Tunnel Under Ocean Blvd
Comp read
The Silent Patient

The Story

Eleven hours after she watched Frank Vela strangle her business partner with a Hermès tie, Iris Marek is in a one-bedroom safe house in Bayside with a federal marshal she does not trust and a deadline she cannot move. Her testimony goes on the record at 9 a.m. tomorrow. Frank Vela is in custody. His brother is not.

When the safe-house phone rings at 1:14 a.m., she already knows what it means. The address is out. They have eight hours, maybe seven, before someone arrives at her door who is paid to make sure she does not arrive at hers.

A single-night thriller about the math of a witness, the cost of a tie, and the very small spaces between who you used to be and who you have to be by morning.

Early praise

A fuse that burns in real time. Vasquez writes the kind of dread that lives in your jaw.
— Mystery Tribune
I read this in one sitting. Did not move. Could not. Don't start it after dinner.
— Booklist
The cleanest cat-and-mouse I have read in five years.
— @thrillerpodofficial

The vibe

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About Diane Vasquez

Diane Vasquez writes single-night thrillers and the occasional newspaper essay about why you should be afraid of fluorescent lights. She lives in Brooklyn with her wife and a parrot named Counsel. she/her.