Sovereign Kill

Dubai. A live broadcast. One round through forty meters of glass, and Raymond Kessler, head of the third-largest defense manufacturer on earth, dies on screen in front of four hundred buyers, ministers and journalists.

Noah Ridge was standing post in that hall. Within the hour his cover is burned and his team lead is in custody. Fourteen floors up, in the shooter's empty nest, he finds a single spent casing stood on its base for him, engraved with one word: SOVEREIGN. Then a note in pencil, addressed to the call sign he has not answered to in seven years: YOU WERE ALWAYS HALF A SECOND LATE, ECHO ONE.

Caleb Brant carried men out of a valley the official record says never happened. Now he leads a team of discarded soldiers with money, patience and a target, and the next shot is set for a summit on the Bosphorus, where the leaders of the Western alliance will stand in a line for the cameras.

Ridge has a Mossad officer who should not be helping him, an analyst in Langley risking everything to feed him, one rifle, and an order from his own government naming him the rogue. To stop the shot he has to outthink a man who learned everything in the same place he did, and who knows exactly how Ridge breathes.