The red emergency light on the tactical smartphone glowed like a drop of fresh blood in the quiet hospital room. Julian stared down at the screen, his dark eyes narrowing into dangerous, lethal slits. His broad chest rose and fell with heavy, controlled breaths as the terrifying news settled into his mind.

Marcus Vance was free.

The old fox had slipped out of the federal prison transport van through a bloody ambush, killing the guards and vanishing completely into the dark night. He was off the grid, hiding in the shadows, and burning with a sick, twisted desire for ultimate revenge before fleeing the country forever.

Julian turned his head...