博客來Thwack. The bullet hits the doorframe just above Jack’s left hand as he leans on the jamb. It’s dark and raining.
Inside the house is dark also.
With no time to consider he hits the partially open door with his right hand, flinging it wide and pitches forward, somersaulting onto the thick hall runner carpet. Jack knows this house well.
It was Peter Murtagh’s.
Jack’s back.
Detective Inspector Jack Waters continues his investigation into an ice trafficking gang after the death of his partner.
Going undercover, Jack seeks to find a way into the group, working his way up from the street level dealers. With a killer cop on the loose, Jack races against time in an effort to uncover the dark trade before he becomes the next victim...
