Harry Harry Bauer is on the run. Suddenly the hunter is the prey.
He’d been returning from St George’s Island in the Caribbean. There he’d dealt with a Serbian war criminal, and, as a free bonus, a group of Colombian Bloque Meta drug dealers. It was all in a day’s work for Harry. But when he got to Trinidad, he found that the world and his mother were out hunting for him. From Sinaloa to Alqaeda, from Bloque Meta to the Russian Mafia by way of MI6 and the CIA: Everybody wanted Harry Bauer - and in particular they wanted to know who he worked for.
But Harry was not telling. That can be a dangerous policy when the guys asking the questions are from a Colombian cartel, or the CIA. Then your options become really limited: talk or die.
Or escape. But that option is not so easy when you’re surrounded by jungle on all sides, and your only ally is a beautiful, mysterious woman who has one hand unbuttoning your shirt, and the other holding a Sig Sauer P226 semiautomatic.