Six hours. Forty outlets. One war.
Four in the morning, Kuala Lumpur. Viktor Nash has six hours.
A video exists that hasn't aired yet: the President of Singapore, at a podium in a room that does not exist, announcing a naval strike he never ordered. It is the best deepfake ever made. It will pass every test. At the top of the hour it goes to forty outlets at once, into a region that has spent three days being taught to expect it.
Cole Maddox lands with a bad leg, a driver who measured a bridge on Tuesday, and a name Nash won't give him yet. The trail runs from an empty office with four marks in the carpet, to an engineer who has been packing the wrong suitcase for nine days, to a warehouse on Batam where something has been learning faces for eighteen months.
And every door is half open. Somebody wants them to come.
One night. One strait. A machine that has read everyone in the room - and one woman it can't.
The second Cole Maddox thriller. A countdown novel in real time: forty chapters on a six-hour clock, hard action, dry humor, no romance subplot, moderate violence without gore. Reads standalone; rewards readers of Ghost Meridian.