Kestrel Ahn audits defense contracts for a living, which means she reads lies all day and usually can't prove one. Then she finds nine hundred thousand dollars a month going out to a convoy that doesn't exist, and the man who signed it walks into her hotel bar and slides the other half of the evidence across the table. Soren Vale moves freight through war zones and has the kind of money that ends investigations before they start. He's not the thief. He's the trap the thief built. Now Kestrel is the one person who can spring it, and someone in uniform has already learned her father's address. A billionaire military thriller about two professionals who trust no one and one ledger that will not stay buried.
