Three men. Three chips. One room. Break the set and the money never moves.
With no badge, no backup and a stolen .45, a former Homeland agent has twenty-four hours to find three men whose implanted chips are the only keys to a darknet conspiracy no agency will touch.
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Been up the last 3 nites til 3 am, can’t put it down!
Just started reading and do not want to put it down. No dinner tonight!
Great series. You will sit up all night reading!
Sam Jameson picked up a girl on a Philadelphia roadside at midnight. Nineteen years old, barefoot, running. What the girl told her should have gone to the FBI.
It went nowhere. The story was too large to be believed, and the people who could have acted had already been bought.
So Sam went to see the police commissioner instead. After hours. Without an appointment. She left the building with his blood on her sleeve and a destroyed chip in her pocket.
Three men hold the keys to the account. The keys are RFID tags implanted behind their ears, all three read in the same room at the same minute, or the money never moves. Break the set and the deal collapses. That is the whole plan. Twenty-four hours left to run it.
She has no badge. What she has is an identity broker in a Baltimore basement, a mercenary hacker with borrowed access to a classified satellite, a Gulfstream crewed by men she should not know, and two dozen missing children somewhere between Philadelphia and Lake Superior.
Then the second tag surfaces over open water. Then the first one, the one she destroyed herself, comes back online.
Somebody wants her to follow it.
Book Nine in the Sam Jameson series.
A former Homeland Security counterespionage agent, two weeks out of a captivity she has not begun to process and no longer holding any official standing, is told a story that no agency will act on in time.
Three men. Three chips. One room. Break the set and the money never moves.
Genre & Subgenres
For readers of Mark Greaney, Brad Thor, Daniel Suarez and Daniel Silva.
Conspiracy & Techno-Thriller
The engine is machinery: implanted tags, satellite interrogation, blockchain escrow, Tor and I2P, and a payment architecture running through Novosibirsk, Panama and Belize. Three men, three chips, one room. Break the set and the money never moves.
Vigilante & Revenge Thriller
Arguably co-primary. She executes a man in chapter one, names herself a vigilante in chapter three, and audits her own motives to the last page. No badge, no backup, and twenty-four hours.
Police-Corruption Crime Thriller
A detective on somebody's payroll, a department that closes ranks, and a chain of local officials who each took a smaller share than the last. The rot is municipal well before it is federal.
Three men. Three chips. One room. Break the set and the money never moves.
She destroyed the first tag herself. Six hundred miles later it came back online.
The Bureau’s plan is a nine a.m. conference call. The clock runs out at nine p.m.
Papers, a satellite, an airplane, a rifle. Everything she needs is for sale, and none of it is legal.
A mercenary hacker quotes five Bitcoin for a satellite fix. Sam works out what that is per life.
No agency will touch the case. So it belongs to her, a stolen .45, and what’s left of twenty-four hours.
She destroyed the first tag herself. Six hundred miles later it came back online.
The Bureau’s plan is a nine a.m. conference call. The clock runs out at nine p.m.
The Tropes Inside
The money only moves when all three men are read in the same place at the same minute. Somebody thought that was clever. Sam reads it as a target list.
Surgically implanted, satellite-readable, impossible to lose or hand off. Which turns out to be exactly the problem with it.
The story is so large that no one with a desk will action it. By the time the Bureau has scheduled a conference call, the clock has eaten most of the day.
Infrared spectacles to blind the cameras, a deliberately altered walking gait, payphones, sloppy routes on purpose. The counter-surveillance here is real and it is explained.
A basement identity printer in suburban Baltimore. A hacker who charges for every question. A charter crew who ask none. Everything she needs is for sale and none of it is legal.
Hardware wallets, private keys, escrow, laundering through thousands of fresh accounts. The book explains how the payment works in plain language, then shows you where it breaks.
There is an apparatus that reads the world’s cameras, phones and photo backups. Sam has the password. She has spent the entire book refusing to type it.
Somewhere inside this operation, somebody has worked out that Sam herself is the most valuable item on the board.
She destroyed it herself. She watched it stop. Six hundred miles later it starts transmitting again.
No badge, no backup, no warrant, and a clock measured in hours. Everything institutional about her old life is gone — most of it on purpose.
Real Reviews, Real Readers
“Right up there with James Patterson, David Baldacci, Nelson DeMille, and Frederick Forsyth.”
“It’s 5 a.m. and I just stayed up all night reading!”
“Sharp, extremely well written, and scary as hell!”
“Special Agent Sam Jameson is one very tough, gutsy lady… one of the best suspense/thriller books I have read in a long while. My new favourite suspense author.”
“I love this series… Love this smart mouthed, sassy, sexy agent. I hope her luck holds in future books!”
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The Wrong - A Sam Jameson novel
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Sam Jameson is one bad ass chick. Very well written books!
Great series. You will sit up all night reading!