The city is a grocery store. The wilderness is a tomb.
Elias Thorne is a man of extreme discipline. A master of Information Systems by day, a ghost of the Alaskan interior by night. Living hundreds of miles from the nearest road, he has mastered the art of the "harvest." He doesn't hunt for meat, and he doesn't hunt for sport.
He hunts for warmth.
When Elias ventures into the neon-soaked streets of Anchorage, he isn't looking for a soulmate. He's looking for a trophy-one he can stitch, cure, and carry in the fur-lined pockets of his parka to keep the crushing loneliness of the Arctic night at bay.
A pattern hidden in the stars.
State Trooper Jim Miller knows the Parks Highway better than anyone, but the silver hatchback abandoned in a frozen pull-out is different. There's no body. No struggle. Just a shattered window and a lingering scent of sandalwood oil.
As Miller traces a trail of "Ghost Dots" across the permafrost, he uncovers a terrifying global network of predators who map their kills to the constellations. Elias Thorne isn't just a lone wolf; he is the architect of a digital archive connecting the world's most depraved minds.
The breakup season is coming.
As the ice cracks and the mud claims the trails, the hunter becomes the hunted. But in a land where the sun doesn't rise for months, who has the advantage? The man with the badge, or the man with the heavy pockets?
Why readers are losing sleep over The Pocket Hunter:Visceral Alaskan Atmosphere: Feel the bite of the -40 wind and the silence of the tundra.
A New Breed of Villain: Elias Thorne is a terrifyingly methodical predator-Hannibal Lecter meets The Revenant.
Techno-Thriller Twist: A dark-web conspiracy that connects killers across the 60th parallel.
"A chilling masterclass in Northern Noir. You'll never look at a winter coat the same way again."