FORMER FBI AGENT JASON MAXFIELD IS ON THE RUN.
Jason Maxfield is a fugitive running from his past in more ways than one. An old acquaintance, Marv Hawk, recognizes Jason despite his best efforts to remain unnoticed. This chance encounter ends with a surprising plea for help, sending Jason deeper into the labyrinth of his past.
A CHILLING DANCE WITH DEATH.
As he plunges into a treacherous journey, each revelation more chilling than the last, the line between friend and enemy blurs. It’s not long before Jason finds himself pursued by an unseen enemy. As he fights to stay a step ahead, he navigates a deadly labyrinth of danger, leading him from bustling cityscapes to desolate wilderness, each moment etched with the raw intensity of survival.
CAN JASON NAVIGATE THIS DEADLY WEB AND ESCAPE?
Every move counts, trust is a luxury, and the price of failure could be everything Jason holds dear. Driven to the brink, Jason must confront the spectral echoes of his past or risk losing everything to the cold grip of revenge.
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“How’d you recognize me?” Jason asked, dropping all pretense.
“You can’t fool me,” Marv Hawk said. “I’d recognize that pronounced gait of yours anywhere, though it looked like you were trying to hide it by limping.” He snorted. “It certainly doesn’t help you’ve been doing something obvious like looking around your parents’ old place.”
Jason frowned. The man had recognized his gait?
“How far back did you make me?” He’d thought this was the truck that had passed earlier, but he realized now it was a different vehicle. It was the same color, but the one he’d seen before had been a Ram 1500. This was a Ram 3500.
“Several miles.” Hawk gave him a sly grin. “I wasn’t sure until you turned in here. I’ve been watching the whole time. You’re the only person I can think of who’d even have an interest in this place. I guess you’re lucky I’m not a cop.”
Jason felt panic creeping up the back of his neck, but he did his best to avoid thinking about it. Marv Hawk had never gotten the best of Jason during high school, and he wouldn’t now.
“You haven’t called the cops?”
Marv shook his head. “Not yet.”
The threat in Marv’s tone was unmistakable.
“What do you want?”
There was a limit to what Jason would do to keep Hawk from going to the police. But Jason would hear him out before deciding.
“I have a problem. I think you can help. You’re a former FBI agent, right?”
“What’s your problem?”
“Somebody’s trying to kill me.”