Dead Drop: A Jack Cutter Novel

Jack Cutter rolls into Palmetto Cove, Florida, for a car. A 1969 Chevelle SS, bought out of a dead woman's estate — fifteen years under a tarp, surface rust on the quarters, an engine that hasn't turned over since the town still had a future. He rents a cinderblock room on the edge of town, sets up his tools, and gets to work. That's the whole plan. Three days in, he pulls the dashboard. Tucked inside the wiring harness, wrapped in electrical tape and hidden where no factory mechanic ever put anything, is a small hard drive. Ruth Halsey was a retired social worker who spent forty years watching children fall through the cracks. In her final years, she found a pattern no one else was looking for — a six-year trafficking operation running through the marina of a town that trusted the wrong man. She built her case alone, in secret, and hid the evidence in the one place she believed would eventually reach someone capable of acting on it. Then she died of a listed heart attack. And someone breaks into Cutter's rental looking for what she left behind. That's the mistake. Not the drive — Cutter might have walked away from the drive. But a man who breaks into his room while he sleeps has started a different conversation. When his partner cracks the drive in Austin and calls back with a voice Cutter has never heard him use before, the conversation becomes something else entirely: a sixteen-year-old girl named Maya Reyes who vanished eight months ago. A father who still goes to work every day at the same dock where the people who took his daughter operate. And a pillar of the community whose three decades of handshakes and fundraisers have built the kind of cover that institutions cannot penetrate. Cutter makes a quiet promise to a man who doesn't believe him. He intends to keep it.