Meet our narrator. He’s rich. He’s bored. He’s addicted to people-watching. And he’s an unapologetic bastard. But when this sharp-eyed loner starts spotting even bigger bastards – the abusive, the violent, the racist – he doesn’t just watch. He acts. With fists. With fury. With lessons no one forgets.

Then he makes one mistake. He kills the wrong man, a prick in a suit with connections. Deadly ones. Suddenly he’s caught in a criminal web that stretches from gang bosses to cartel players to corrupt corridors of power.

Forced into a game where everyone’s lying, everyone’s watching and the only rule is survival, he has to decide what kind of bastard he really is.

A vigilante thriller with Reacher’s fists, Ritchie’s wit and absolutely no morals.