My thanks to NetGalley for providing this ARC. Gratitude sent to Mandevilla Press for making this pre-release available.
The author drew me in to an action-packed thriller that wouldn't let go. The heart pounding scenes kept me on the edge of my seat. This well-written narrative culminated with an ending that I will continue to think about for a long time.
Two buddies, Zack Wilson a former NFL star and Tom Montclair, a Wall Street mogul, embarked on their yearly ten-day hunting trip into the beautiful frozen tundra of Jack Creek, Montana. It had become a tradition. Steve's happily married with a couple of kids. Zack's single and bounces from one relationship to the next. Their trusty guide Curt Weathers provides horses, food and lodging. The perfect getaway.
While hunting elk, Zack stumbled upon a small engine plane that had crashed into a snowy mountain hilltop. He peered through the windshield expecting to find a body. It was empty. Not entirely. There were two coffins inside.
When Zack arrived back at camp, he told Tom about his find. They trudged up the hill. Tom carefully let himself down inside the plane from the cockpit door that was facing skyward. There was something unusual about the coffins that made him suspicious. He soon discovered that both were loaded with cocaine. Must be millions of dollars worth on the street. They each did some lines.
Steve suggested they grab the stash and sell it. Zack was incredulous. Thought his friend was insane. Steve had just learned of some heartbreaking breaking news. Now was a good as time as any to lay it on the table. After a breath, he told Zack that all of their money that he had invested took a nosedive. It was worthless. Hardly worth the paper it was printed on. Zack was in shock. Twelve million dollars down the drain. They were both now broke. Riches to rags. Seemed like a good reason to sell the cocaine. Regain some of their losses. Little did they know, it belonged to the Veracruz cartel. Not the kind of people you would want to burn. So began their life as drug dealers.
While loading the cocaine inside the horses saddlebags, Zack spooked one and got savagely kicked. His right arm took the force of the blow. Shattered. The timing couldn't have been any worse. With excruciating pain, he continued to work on. Thank the NFL for that. They transported the heavy load downhill to Curt's truck. Three-hundred kilos worth. Almost finished loading the truck they saw someone on a snowmobile coming straight at them. Probably, the guy from the plane. No time to stick around. They took off leaving him behind.
Stopping at a hospital, Zack was admitted to the ER. A scan confirmed a complex fracture of the right radial and ulnar bone. A sharp bone fragment was threatening the nerve of the ulnar. Any jarring movement could result in him bleeding out. An immediate operation was suggested. No time for that now. He had to keep moving. The doctor wrapped his arm in bubble wrap and provided a sling. Lots of pain medication. Just like being back in the NFL.
Now they both faced the daunting proposition of who to sell the cocaine to. Two fish out of of water. Dangerous business to say the least. If caught, they could get sent to prison. Of course, there was a good likelihood they'd get killed. At this point, there was no going back to their normal lives. A thing of the past.
The Montana Sheriff and the Colorado State Police were hunting them. Curt was looking for them as well. They had hurt one of his horses and damaged his truck. Didn't know what he'd do when he found them. Mainly, wanted answers. Payment for his losses. As if that weren't enough, the DEA had set their sights on them. They crossed state lines. That would bring in the FBI. Fugitives. Drug dealers. Closing in fast. They'd have to get in line. They had made sworn enemies with a Mexican drug cartel. They were right on their heels. Almost have them in their crosshairs. The DEA was waiting to bust them when they were in the possession of the cocaine. They weren't foolish enough to drive around with it. Until then, they didn't have enough on them to make an arrest. The cartel needed to beat the DEA to the punch before their cocaine was confiscated. Who would be first? Was it possible that the pair might even get away with it? Anything was possible.