Master Sergeant Roman Keane is six hours and one last salute from retirement. After twenty-three years and three combat tours with the 75th Ranger Regiment, he's got a Silver Star, a titanium knee and a plan to see America on his Road King motorcycle. No more patrols, no more firefights. Nothing more dangerous than passing the old work van rumbling along in front of him as he rides toward Hunter-Stewart and the sunset of his career in the Army. But just as he twists the throttle to pass, a woman's bare foot smears a bloody print on the van's back window. Roman turns back to help, triggering a chain of events that puts his brother Virgil and two old friends in the crosshairs of a murderer. Saving them sends Roman on a desperate ride from Savannah to DC, where he discovers that the past he has been trying to forget has not forgotten him. It's been waiting patiently, holding his secret like a time bomb.
Roman Keane has been in the saddle for the last four months, exploring America from his Road King. He was looking forward to getting home when a couple of old friends asked him for a favor. Would he help them deliver a collection of vintage motorcycles? No problem, he said. He didn't even give it a second thought, until it nearly got them all killed. Now they're in deep trouble, and before it's over Roman will have to ask himself the hardest question anyone can face: how far will you go to save your friends?
On the phone Hugh had said, "I've got something you have to see to believe. Get yourself out here." One year after retiring as a Master Sergeant in the 75th Rangers, this was Roman Keane's idea of the perfect way to spend his time: jump on a motorcycle and ride from Georgia to South Dakota to see his old friend, Hugh Early. Hugh had once been Roman's sniper instructor and was now an internationally respected historian of military arms. Historians, of all people, should know that the past you thought was dead and gone has a way of rising up to finish what it started.
