The electrifying debut of ex-military officer
and all-around tough guy Joe Hunter, who is on the trail of
his missing and estranged brother . . . and the madman who
may have taken him
Joe Hunter solves
problems. Or, as he likes to put it, he's "the weapon sent
in when all the planning is done and all that's left is the
ass kicking." And as a former military operative and ex-CIA
agent, he's good at what he does. But when he's told that
his brother—with whom he hasn't been on the best of
terms—has disappeared, he learns that everything he's faced
before is child's play compared to what's coming.
Tubal Cain is a killer—smart, stealthy, and arrogant—but
he's also sentimental. His most precious possession is the
set of knives he uses, and when one of them (his favorite
Bowie) is stolen along a deserted stretch of highway, Cain
will stop at nothing to get it back.
Unfortunately
for Hunter, the thief is his brother, a man who has been on
the run from his own mis-takes but is now in the crosshairs
of a seriously deranged man. To find his brother, Hunter
must find Cain, and the chase takes all three men on a
hair-raising journey across the country to a barren spot in
the American Southwest, where bones have become nothing more
than dead men's dust.
With its cinematic pacing,
nonstop thrills, and strong, charismatic hero, Dead Men's
Dust introduces Matt Hilton as a powerful and
irresistible new voice in thriller fiction.
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