An ex-banker struggling with personal and financial problems unknowingly accepts a position with a sophisticated corporate loan-sharking operation, unaware of the firmís true nature or intent in hiring him.
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Matt Keane is a former banking executive struggling with personal financial problems, and a divorcee trying to maintain the ties to his stepdaughter, Lindsey. Economic necessity forces him to accept a position with ICS, a little known Boston area consulting firm.
Unknown to Matt, the company is part of a sophisticated financial operation with an innovative expansion strategy. And Matt is key to that strategyís success.
Anthony Valerian is the companyís collection agent. A freelancer who once worked for his organized-crime uncle, he now collects debts for a select clientele, hiding his ruthless techniques behind an urbane image. He and Matt were childhood friends who grew to hate each other after Matt discovered an unforgivable secret about Valerian.
Matt gradually learns the truth about ICS through his romantic connection to Robyn Harmon, whose father owns a summer resort in Maine. The elder Harmon borrowed from an ICS affiliate using the resort as collateral, and canít pay the loan when due. Knowing this, and as a way to fund their expansion plans, the ICS group has contingently sold the resort to the Russian mafia, who have their own ideas about its use.
Drawn into Robynís fight to hold onto the family company, Matt must battle Valerianís terrorism Ė which spreads to Lindsey Ė ICSís blackmail, and a vindictive ex-wife who doesnít want him to have anything to do with her daughter.
Charlie Arms put on the Bill Clinton mask, readjusted his earpiece, and tugged at his gloves. The double doors of the closet were open a crack, just enough for him to get a clear view but not enough to be detected.
He heard a drawer open and close in the kitchen. A few seconds later, Robyn Harmon came into the bedroom holding a cordless phone. She stopped to punch in what must have been a message code, listened, then set the instrument on the nightstand.
Charlie Arms breathed silently through his nose as she stripped off her shirt and opened the closet doors. She was still holding the knobs as he clamped her neck with one hand. Keeping her at armís length, he drove her to the bed and pinned her with his knees before releasing his throat grip. As she gasped for air, he waved a black Ka-Bar knife with a six-inch serrated blade in her face.