Imagine Ian Fleming and Hunter S. Thompson had a love child.
Billie Joe Wilde was once one of the top test pilots in the world--until
alcohol brought him from the heights of success to a pathetic existence
living in an airplane boneyard in the desert. He works just often enough
to cover his basic needs (mostly whiskey) by doing international
repossessions of high-priced vehicles. It's an elite field that requires
a special set of skills and a serious death wish. He's got both.
But his life of no responsibilities is turned upside down when a
thirteen-year-old girl crashes onto his doorstep, claiming to be a
daughter he never knew existed . . . and bringing with her a high-stakes
mystery that sends him on the most dangerous repossession of his career.
The target: his personal white whale, a billion-dollar private jet that
slipped through his fingers when it was stolen by a Russian Oligarch.
Forced to navigate the bizarre and treacherous world of Alexei Kurov--an
über privileged, drug-addled, nihilist determined to destroy Western
civilization--he'll race to deliver the goods and be the hero he most
certainly had no intention of being.
It's James Bond on acid . . . literally.
