Who cares about the deaths of a few addicts? It’s their fault, Huh? But suppose it isn’t their fault? And what if it’s your son or daughter?

There is a sudden and surprising influx of drugs is hitting the USA and they’re killing people. It’s high-grade cocaine; the strength is often nearly double and that’s lethal. Unlike opiates where an overdose can be countered with Naloxone, there is no relief, none, only death. That pure high-grade cocaine is absolutely deadly. Young people are dying, and the FBI is baffled as to how so much is getting imported, both unknown and unseen, in such vast quantities. There have been no extra drug seizures reported at the main ports of entry, and none detected. But one thing is sure; it has to be stopped. The hospital emergency rooms are now becoming overloaded with the dying, both addicts and non-addicts.  

But how? When you just don’t know how it’s coming into the country? And where it’s coming from? The FBI is at a loss.

Then one bright FBI guy remembers the brutal take down of the Southern Alliance in Texas; a group of good old boys wanting to start their own country, and he remembered the team behind the take down. The ICT, The Illegal Clearance Team. Peanuts team. The call goes out.

The ICT is called in to help, and Peanut knows that to find out, he needs to get behind the scenes, get the people talking, suspicious people, even if he has to twist some personal parts to make them see things his way. With his now well pregnant partner, Amanda Hiller, Hills, he begins his enquiries. Brutally. But he and Hiller get answers. Chas, Peanuts boss, sums him up. Bluntly.

“Lethal little fucker!”

You never want to get on the wrong side of Peanut. He knows how to make it hurt!

“From five foot four to seven foot two in just three strides!” Chas once said. Pregnant or not, Hills is just as deadly, and just as determined to get a result. The teenage kids that just wanted a bit of illicit excitement, are dying in droves from the super strength Cocaine. Their deaths are as close to cold-blooded murder as you can get. The Cocaine is absurdly lethal.

Then they find out how they are shipping the drugs in, now realizing it is a massive, organized operation that would have cost hundreds of millions of dollars to set up, one that has had untold dollars backing it, and is now earning untold millions of dollars of dollars a year for its backers. It is the ultimate, endless money tree. And the team behind the importation is determined to protect its cash flow. The owners of the scheme have plans for all that money!

But the drug is killing those that are unaware of its strength; from the stupid kids just wanting a Saturday night  entertainment high to those that are addicted. These drug importers are making so much money they do not want their plans disrupted, and will kill mercilessly to protect their interests. Peanut and Hills and the entire ICT are now in the firing line; their only defense is to stay unseen, unknown, and out of sight.

Then they come up with a plan. On the surface, a stupid plan. One that requires them to be deliberately ratted out from the inside. Just to get the shit heads to come to them. Risky? You bet!

Get it wrong and there would be no way back!

Obviation would be the result!

But Peanut knows how to twist those odds. This time, he has too!