The Road to Nowhere (Refined Edition)
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The Road to Nowhere
Some roads lead home. Others lead to reckoning.
Jesalyn Masters thought she'd buried her past-alongside the bodies, the secrets, and the grief. But when she's sworn in as undersheriff of a fractured county teetering on the edge of corruption, she finds herself pulled back into a world she swore she'd left behind. Surveillance. Senate hearings. A brother presumed dead. And a legacy that refuses to stay buried.
Kris Masters has spent two years carving a bloody path across the Eastern Bloc, hunting the men he believes murdered his sister. Now he's back-feral, hunted, and haunted by visions of Jesalyn's death. But Jes is alive. And the truth is far more dangerous than either of them imagined.
As political forces close in and old enemies resurface, Jesalyn must decide whether to embrace the power she's inherited-or be consumed by it. And Kris must face the one question he's never dared ask: What if vengeance was never justice at all?
In a land where memory is weaponized and legacy is written in blood, the road to nowhere may be the only way home.
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