There’s a fine line between heroes and war criminals.

War crimes are an ill wind, and Quinlan has sailed close to the vortex. Count has wielded it and become the ultimate predator. Quinlan will meet his match in this man, and a dark mirror. The fate of Mosul teetered on the knife’s edge in 2016. The knife was Quinlan’s. He had danced with the devil in the pale moonlight.

In Australia, Judge Brereton’s war crimes inquiry is tightening nooses. Snake and Count are ex-special forces and own the wrong necks to put ropes around. Tier-one war criminals who don’t regret a damn thing, they’ve hunted Quinlan before. They’ll do it again. A Destroyer drops anchor off the coast of Quinlan’s place. She’s not there for the fish. Quinlan can run but he can’t hide.

Lubricated by Old Banjo’s Napalm No.11 and accompanied by sudden death, the truth will out. Corpses don’t lie.