Jack Shadow: He's heard them - every one of them. The jokes. They all start out the same. 'See, this guy walks into a bar...' Well, that's not him. That guy who walked into a bar. He's the guy who walked out. Jack Shadow. Because some days - the last thing you need is a good guy.
Shadow Child: Sixteen - with a bullet. That's what Maya's Mom calls her. It's the sort of name you get when your Mom works for an Agency so secret it doesn't actually exist. Not that Maya minds. As far as she's concerned a pink Glock and a short skirt solve pretty much any problem, especially male ones. So new town, a new school? No big deal. She's been there, done that and mostly blown someone's head off in the process. There's nothing Maya doesn't know about the family business.
Jack and Maya. Maya and Jack. Someone's gonna die. Someone has to live. So sit down, put your head between your knees and kiss your past goodbye.