Jonathan Hunt

The dirt under Jonathan’s fingernails used to be the dust of Kandahar and Caracas. As a former operator for the CIA’s Special Activities Division, Hunt was a "Gray Man"—a ghost trained to dismantle insurgencies and vanish without a trace. His specialty was asymmetrical warfare, until he faked his death two years ago. He thought he was out. He thought he could replace the violence with the silence of the vines. 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. An ex-CIA operative, he spends his days dodging memories of the Sandbox and keeping a low profile. But when he intervenes to save a local kid named Silas Blackwater from a professional hit squad, Hunt stumbles onto a conspiracy that makes his old life look simple.

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. Hunted by his own agency and accompanied by Grace Hadley, a brilliant but disgraced analyst who knows too much, Hunt must navigate a kaleidoscope of betrayal. From the swampy depths of the Atchafalaya Basin to the sterile kill-rooms of DC, they are the only things standing between a shadow government and its endgame.

They think they’ve cornered a fugitive, but they’re about to discover they’ve unleashed a man trained to dismantle empires. 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. But the silence of the frontier is shattered when a local girl vanishes, and a serial killer begins carving a path through the ice.

A former wet-work operative just wanted to get married, but the Italian mob had other plans for his Sunday morning. Jonathan Hunt is done with war. After years as a black-ops cleaner for a government agency that doesn't exist, he’s retired to the Amalfi Coast with a simple mission: marry the woman he loves and raise their children in peace. But his fiancée, Rosa, has one non-negotiable condition for the wedding—Jonathan must make a full confession.

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. In the Eternal City to marry the love of his life, the former CIA operative is dragged back into the shadows by an old ally with a desperate plea. A ghost from the past, Abraham Pale, has resurfaced. Known in the underworld as "The Plague," Pale isn't just selling weapons anymore; he’s creating them.

In the lawless shadows of the Louisiana bayou, blood is thicker than swamp water —and someone is spilling it by the gallon. When former sniper Deacon McCray reaches out to his old battle buddy, Jonathan knows immediately that it isn’t a social call. Down in the murky depths of the Louisiana swamp, Deacon’s father has barely survived a boat bombing. It’s the opening shot in a brutal war against the McCrays, a powerful local family that commands a private militia and dominates the bayou.

They extinguished the only light left in his life. Now, he’s bringing the dark. Ex-CIA ghost Jonathan Hunt spent years burying his violent past, hoping to finally live in peace. But when a brutal, targeted strike shatters his world and strips away the one person who anchored his humanity, the man he tried to leave behind is resurrected. And this time, he has absolutely nothing left to lose. The trail of blood leads straight to the heart of Washington D.C., turning the nation's capital into a hunting ground.