Scott Cook

The gunshots sounded like fireworks, but the bodies in the Louisiana river mud were all too real. When a festive bonfire on the St.James Parish levee turns into a massacre, the world sees a tragedy. Jonathan Hunt sees a signature.

Jonathan Hunt has forty-eight hours to rob the Vatican, stop a biological apocalypse, and make it to the altar on time—assuming the super-soldiers don't kill him first. Jonathan Hunt thought the hardest part of his week in Rome would be choosing a font for the wedding invitations. He was wrong.

They call it "Antioquia"—the lost fortune of the Medellin Cartel, buried deep in the Texas dirt. A billion dollars in emeralds and cash that was supposed to stay lost forever. Jonathan Hunt moved to the High Lonesome ranch of West Texas to let his ghosts rest.

In the frozen dead-end of Nome, Alaska, Jonathan Hunt just wanted to be left alone. Two years ago, he was a CIA "architect of collapse" who broke nations for a living; now, he’s a scarred giant dredging gold in the Bering Sea, keeping a promise to a woman named Rosa: no more violence.

They saw a quiet grape farmer in the Missouri Ozarks. They didn’t see the retired CIA assassin who was just waiting for a reason to let the monster out.