He kills bad men, the worst of bad men. Men in power who harm the innocent, the helpless, the young. He kills them with his bare hands. Paid in full, his life has been about nothing else. All the money in the world and no desire for a home or a life. Outside of killing scum across the globe, he has no reason to live. Then he finds something worth losing on the streets of Phoenix.
Told with steel breath and the jaded humor only an aging assassin can convey, March of Time and Skin author Jeff Stewart brings home Jank, a story told by a hero unlike any other, a man on the edge of a world that has advanced against him, while he works in that closing space before he’s murdered, or loses his desert beauty, or both.