Eighty million dollars. Twelve brokers. Twelve countries. The bounty on the Mercer family is not vengeance — it’s investment protection. A UAE general lost two billion dollars when the prediction marketplace was destroyed, and he wants his money’s worth in blood.

The first sniper round misses Jack Mercer by eighteen inches on the terrace of a sixteenth-century Venetian villa above the Bay of Kotor. It won’t be the last. Bounty teams hit from every direction — Croatian snipers, maritime assault forces, airport ambushes with military-grade missiles, pharmaceutical contamination of the supply chain. The price on their heads draws killers the way blood draws sharks, and the attacks never stop.

But the bounty is only the siege. The war is something worse. A former Force Recon teammate — declared killed in action, abandoned by the government that sent him — is alive, commanding a rebuilt Black Sea facility, and planning a coordinated assault on the international commission holding the evidence that protects the family. The dead man has thirty covert operatives and a grievance that Jack cannot entirely dismiss.

Elena Markham breaks encrypted satellite recordings at 3 AM and discovers two things: the financial trail that will destroy the bounty, and the identity of the intelligence operative fighting her systems from the enemy’s facility — her own sister.

Hawk Hawkins sits across a marble table from the ghost and tries to save a man who doesn’t want to be saved. A special forces operator who has lost friends before, but never one who chose to become the enemy.

This fast-paced international military thriller is a siege, a conspiracy, a family at war on every front — and an espionage revelation that breaks the one person who never breaks.