Jack Keller thought he could outrun his past. He was wrong. Back in rural North Carolina, Keller is trying to build a life beyond bloodshed—a steady job, a relationship with Francis, the son he never knew. But Francis’s half-brother Ben still blames Keller for the past, for a day of fire and death that changed everything. Then Keller steps in to protect a refugee girl, and hell follows. A ruthless trio of sadistic female assassins has come hunting, and they’re not just after Keller—they’re after Ben, Marie, and Francis. This time, Keller won’t stand alone. But when the bullets start flying, he’ll do what he’s always pick up the gun, take the fight to them, and make damn sure they regret coming after the people he loves. Fast, brutal, and relentless—perfect for fans of Lee Child and David Baldacci.
Author
J.D. Rhoades is America's foremost writer of the genre known as "Redneck noir," and his biography reads like "Tobacco Road" as written by Hunter S. Thompson. Rhoades never knew his parents; he was found abandoned on the steps of a cut-rate Filipino tax preparation service in Slidell, La. As a child, he was bounced around between a series of orphanages, reformatories and opium dens. His first brush with the law came when he shot a man in Reno just to watch him die. He was seven years old at the time. Rhoades first turned to drugs at the age of five, when he discovered you could get high by snorting Nestle’s Quik through a rolled up copy of Highlights magazine. Since then, he claims to have ingested marijuana, peyote, heroin, psilocybin, uppers, downers, screamers, laughers, dried banana peels, glue, paste, mucilage, LSD, DMT, STP, ABC, CNN, TLC, Sterno, Drano, Bondo, Ketamine, Dopamine, glucosamine, Ovaltine, and Krispy Kreme. He hit rock bottom when he did all of them in the same night and woke up two weeks later, hanging upside down by his knees from a tree limb in Duluth, Minn., and singing an aria from “Die Fledermaus.” In German, a language that he does not speak. Rhoades is rumored to have once killed a stripper with a fondue fork and disposed of the body using an electric pencil sharpener over a period of 14 hours. Ii is not known whether the rumors are true that Rhoades kidnapped the Lindbergh Baby, nor can reports that he was the shooter on the grassy knoll when Kennedy was shot be confirmed. He does, however, know Tom DeLay personally. -Biography contributed by James Frey
