When a casino robbery in Atlantic City goes horribly awry, the man who orchestrated it calls in a favor from a mysterious criminal, "Jack" who, if he is even still alive, lives completely off the grid. He is almost impossible to get in touch with. But within hours a private jet is flying this experienced fixer and cleaner-upper from Seattle to New Jersey and right into a spectacular mess: one heister dead in the parking lot, another winged but on the run, the shooter a complete mystery, the $1.2 million in freshly printed bills god knows where and the FBI and other extremely interested parties waiting for Jack. He has only forty-eight hours until the twice-stolen cash literally explodes, taking with it the wider, byzantine ambitions behind the theft. To contend with all this will require all of his skill, ingenuity and self-protective instincts, especially when offense and defense soon become meaningless terms. As he maneuvers these slippery slopes, he relives the botched bank robbery in Kuala Lumpur five years earlier that has landed him this unwanted new assignment.