Angol
Belfast doesn't forgive easily. Neither does Blades.
Two months after the night that cost him everything, Blades is still pretending he's fine. He isn't. The Regulators have scattered to lick their wounds, and the only thing keeping him upright is bad coffee, worse jokes, and a stubborn refusal to feel anything he doesn't have to.
Then an old contact drags him back into the world - a favour that isn't really a favour, a job that isn't really a job, and a woman named Dixie who isn't really anything he can put his finger on. She's charming. She's terrifyingly good at her work. And everyone who's worked with her before has a story that doesn't quite add up.
What starts as leverage against a heartless insurance company spirals into something Blades didn't sign up for: a body count nobody wants to claim, a boss with more enemies than friends, and a houseguest who might be the best thing that's happened to him in years - or the last mistake he'll ever make.
Grief, guns, gallows humour, and one very patient assassin. Book 5 of The Regulators asks the question Blades has been avoiding since page one: how well do you really know the people you trust with your life?
