On March 22, 3013, seven people died simultaneously across seven different points in the solar system. They were strangers to one another. There was no pattern. The deaths were initially ruled natural.
Inspector Elias Kavan of the DIIA agency in Geneva caught the case the following morning. He did not expect a lengthy investigation. He did not expect the name of his sister Tova-who died in Bergen in 2984-to surface on the very first list of correlations within twenty-four hours. And he did not expect a Belgian journalist, who had investigated another case in 2994 but never went to print, to track him down fifty days later with evidence she had been holding onto for nineteen years.
He did not expect the truth to be older than the case itself, nor that being right would be the least important thing of all.
A literary novel of quiet intensity, It Was His Now spans three continents and four solar colonies, asking how long it takes for an institution to see what has been right in front of it all along-and the cost, eventually, when someone finally does.