Jackson Smith

Midnight in New York City. A car stops at an intersection. Three mean men inside. A scared girl in the back. Before the lights turn green, a motorcycle stops next to it. The rider sees the girl making a distress hand signal. Lucky for her, the man understands the signal. Unlucky for her captors–the man is Axel Blaze.

Blaze gets a call from ex-US Marshal Mitchell. He has seen two ghosts roaming the streets of San Francisco. The Cady brothers. Ruthless arms traffickers and killers Blaze and his Marshals’ team had taken out two years ago. One brother, Carson, died trying to escape. The other, Dexter, killed a Marshal and barely stayed alive, once Blaze was done with him. Dexter ended on death row, awaiting execution.

When dreams and nightmares collide, there’s no place left to run. Dawn breaks over Bison Creek, a sleepy little Wyoming town, to reveal a scene of mayhem. Two bodies lying inside the police station. Both brutally killed. One of them a cop. A man covered in blood sprawled on the steps outside. Conscious but disoriented. Beside him, a gun and a stained Ka-Bar knife.