Part two of the Pocket Money Trilogy

Elizabeth and Sandy have been renamed Luke and Danny, then hidden and resettled in Australia by the US Marshals Service. They are so traumatized by the previous events in America they can never feel safe. Not rock solid sure. Always looking over their shoulders, always feeling uneasy, always watching.

They decide to take matters into their own hands and change things. First, they learn martial arts, just for in close self-protection, practicing on each other, then they learn how to shoot. But that is only part of it. They go where they will notice anybody coming near them. The hundreds of thousands of desolate, empty, square kilometers of the vast West Australian Outback. They go prospecting for gold. Let the mindless killers they left behind in New York try and find them out there!

The killers do.

The New York criminals are not happy. Relieved of millions with the ringleaders sent to jail for life, they want revenge and hire a specialist tracker, Charlie Devereux. He checks their previous home, sees the West Australian holiday posters in the house and on the garage wall, then remarkably, on a whim and an educated guess, he tracks them to Australia and then to the city of Perth. It takes some time, but he uncovers their name and finds they have disappeared into the vast desert outback. He notifies his boss in New York and the criminals send in the killers. First just one, then a team.

But this is not the paved streets of New York. This is the Australian outback. A land so harsh that one mistake can be fatal. A land with the dead bones of people who thought it was easy. A dry desert land of searing summer heat, bush flies and danger. Luke and Danny know it well. It is now their home. They love it, and the killers are now coming into their territory. It’s a simple equation. Whoever loses is dead. No other outcome is possible, not that deep in the lonely outback. This is simply survival of the fittest.

This will determine who real the hunters are.