Travis Hale has four computer monitors, a caffeine addiction, and zero interest in human interaction.
He hasn't left his compound in two years. Hasn't seen sunlight on purpose in probably longer. Whatever the CIA did to him—or made him do—sent him underground, literally, into a Montana bunker disguised as a ranch house where the surveillance system is military-grade and the social skills have atrophied completely.
He's fine. Totally fine.
Sure, he talks to his Warrior Security teammates. Sure, his refrigerator contains nothing but energy drinks and questionable leftovers. Sure, the last woman who tried to flirt with him got a thirty-minute lecture on encryption protocols.
He's. Fine.
But when a ghost from his past shows up on his doorstep—one he can't hack, can't hide from, and definitely can't ignore—Travis is about to discover that some firewalls aren't meant to hold forever.