Outlaw bikers, rogue police, brutal gangsters and a ruthless assassin converge in the city of Shoremont to claim the bounty on Ryan Hall’s head and recover the girl he rescued—Taylor Brown.
Taylor is the daughter of a powerful and calculating mob boss, Cameron Brown, who isn’t sparing any expense to know his daughter is safe and exact vengeance on those responsible for her kidnapping.
While the depraved maniacs of the city scrounge for their reward, Detective Jesse Wishman and Larry Manning must confront the mutual pain in their pasts if they hope to successfully resolve the case. When Manning’s daughter, and Wishman’s fiancée, was killed; it caused them both to spiral into obsession and self-loathing until they were forced to meet once again.
Join the estranged detectives as they attempt to defy the odds by clearing Hall’s name and uncover a conspiracy behind the disappearance of a child.
He sighed heavily and rubbed his forehead, trying to hide his nervous sweat. He wanted this to be over as much as I did. The only reason he’d wanted this case was that the evidence was condemning, making it light work, and it’d be good for his career. The question was could he live with himself if he ignored what was staring back at him from my phone for the sake of his reputation?
“Here’s what’s going to happen. You tell me what you know, and I’ll tell you what I know,” I demanded.
“How do I know I can trust you?” he asked. “You could just be using me to help your buddy. Then I get fired, and you fuck up the case.”
“At this point, I’ve got a lot more to lose than you do.” I leaned in and tentatively admitted, “To get what I want, I need your help . . .”
Manning began anxiously rubbing his wrinkled forehead again. Thunder covered the silence, making the entire house rumble while I waited for a response. Because of how fast this was unraveling, chances were Hall’s fate would be decided by what happened in the next few days—and by Larry Manning’s next sentence.
He hocked down the rest of his whisky and slammed down his glass. Taking a seat across from me, he began, “Two days ago, Taylor Brown went missing . . .”
Born in Regional Victoria, Australia in 1990, Rhys Hagan displayed a passion for creative writing throughout his childhood years.
After high school, he joined the Royal Australian Army as a rifleman to develop skills he will carry with him for life. His experiences have also enriched his perspective as a writer. He regularly draws on his time in the military as a source of inspiration for his writing.
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