Imagine Ian Fleming and Hunter S. Thompson had a love child. Billie Joe Wilde was once one of the top test pilots in the world--until alcohol brought him from the heights of success to a pathetic existence living in an airplane boneyard in the desert. He works just often enough to cover his basic needs (mostly whiskey) by doing international repossessions of high-priced vehicles. It's an elite field that requires a special set of skills and a serious death wish. He's got both. But his life of no responsibilities is turned upside down when a thirteen-year-old girl crashes onto his doorstep, claiming to be a daughter he never knew existed . and bringing with her a high-stakes mystery that sends him on the most dangerous repossession of his career.

The target: his personal white whale, a billion-dollar private jet that slipped through his fingers when it was stolen by a Russian Oligarch. Forced to navigate the bizarre and treacherous world of Alexei Kurov--an über privileged, drug-addled, nihilist determined to destroy Western civilization--he'll race to deliver the goods and be the hero he most certainly had no intention of being. It's James Bond on acid . literally.