Long-buried secrets. A devastating global conspiracy. And only one man who can stop it: Navy SEAL James Reece. From the “seriously good” (Lee Child) #1 New York Times bestselling author, Jack Carr. In 1980, a freshman congressman was gunned down in Rhode Island, sending shockwaves through Washington that are still reverberating over four decades later. Now, with the world on the brink of war and a weakened United States facing rampant inflation, political division, and shocking assassinations, a secret cabal of global elites is ready to assume control. And with the world’s most dangerous man locked in solitary confinement, the conspirators believe the final obstacle to complete domination has been eliminated. They’re wrong. From the firms of Wall Street to the corridors of power in Washington, DC, and Moscow, secrets from the past have the uncanny ability to rise to the surface in the present. With the odds stacked against him, James Reece is on a mission generations in the making. Unfortunately for his enemies, the former SEAL is not concerned with odds. He is on the warpath. And when James Reece picks up his tomahawk and sniper rifle, no one is out of range. From “a master novelist” ( Ballistic Magazine ), “quintessential hero James Reece is exactly what’s needed in today’s chaotic political milieu” (K.J. Howe, author of Skyjack ). "Breathtaking action scenes and intense sequences not meant for the squeamish." ― Epoch Times "James Reece is the American, 21st Century answer to James Bond!" -- Caleb Daniels, author of Licensed Troubleshooter: The Guns of James Bond “I read Carr because Carr teaches me something!” -- Bill O'Reilly "He's the real deal. I'm a fan." -- David morrell, New York Times bestselling author of First Blood "A perfect thriller from the hottest author on the scene today." ― The Real Book Spy Jack Carr is a former Navy SEAL who led special operations teams as a team leader, platoon commander, troop commander, and task unit commander. Over his twenty years in Naval Special Warfare, he transitioned from an enlisted SEAL sniper to a junior officer leading assault and sniper teams in Iraq and Afghanistan, to a platoon commander practicing counterinsurgency in the southern Philippines, to commanding a special operations task unit in the most Iranian influenced section of southern Iraq throughout the tumultuous drawdown of US Forces. Jack retired from active duty in 2016 and lives with his wife and three children in Park City, Utah. He is the author of The Terminal List , True Believer , Savage Son , The Devil’s Hand , In the Blood , Only the Dead , Red Sky Mourning , and Targeted: Beirut . His debut novel, The Terminal List , was adapted into the #1 Prime Video series starring Chris Pratt. He is also the host of the top-rated Danger Close podcast. Visit him at OfficialJackCarr.com and follow Jack on Instagram, X, Facebook, and YouTube @JackCarrUSA. Chapter 1 CHAPTER 1 United States Penitentiary Florence Administrative Maximum Facility Range 13 Special Housing Unit Fremont County, Colorado DARKNESS. Suffering. Prison. Of the mind. His soul in chains. His body in solitary confinement. Nothing but darkness. All life is suffering , Reece remembered. How long have I been in here? Days? Weeks? Certainly not a month. It was hard to tell when you were living in darkness. But he wasn’t living in silence. The voices were his companions. What are you looking for? “Salvation,” Reece said. What truth do you seek? “I seek a reckoning.” You’ve found it. “Have I?” You are going to die in here, Reece. You deserve to die in here. In the dark. Alone. Your wife died alone. “No, she didn’t. She had Lucy.” And an unborn child. You failed them, Reece. You failed them all. Just as you failed your men in Afghanistan. Freddy died on that rooftop in Odessa because of you. You deserve what’s coming. “And what is that? The grave?” Death would be too merciful for you. You killed them, Reece. “No!” You are beyond redemption. You killed your wife and daughter. Had you been home, had you hung up the gun years earlier, they would still be alive. It was an unwinnable war. You knew that from the start. You studied your history. Those who sent you neglected to study theirs. “Imperial hubris,” Reece whispered. They failed you and those they sent to fight. For twenty years. They filled the coffers of their defense industry allies, enjoying dinners and drinks with lobbyists, none of whom had the balls to step into the breach. You knew it. You went anyway. And you didn’t do it for God and country. “Then who did I do it for?” You did it for you. “No.” Where is your faith? “It’s gone.” Gone or dormant? “I don’t know.” It never fully disappears. “I feel forsaken.” You should. By surviving the ambush in Afghanistan, you sentenced your family to death. Had you died in the Hindu Kush, they