Wet Work

Four jobs a year. Four perfect deaths. One of the hunters is the killer.

The best assassin in the world takes exactly four jobs a year. No more, no matter who asks. No less, no matter who begs. Two and a half million dollars a contract, and a record without a single failure, because this killer does not break in. This killer is invited in, weeks early, wearing the uniform of service.

Every target dies in the safest place he owns: a private jet at 41,000 feet, a panic room built to survive anything, a guarded pool inside a guarded estate, a senators holding room at a Washington gala. And every death leaves the same absence in the record. Eleven minutes nobody can account for.

Special Agent Jonah Beck sees the pattern before anyone else, alone at a cold case board at 2:47 in the morning. The task force he builds, forensic specialists, protection experts, and a civilian consultant whose firm arranges how the ultra wealthy fly, eat, and gather, gets closer with every job. Close enough that the killer starts using the investigation itself as a tool. Because one of the hunters is the killer, and the hunt is the safest place in the world to hide.

The killer never carries the danger in. Everything needed already belongs to the targets world.

Wet Work is a standalone suspense thriller about patience, access, and the price of a perfect record.