ELIZABETH ZANDER, UNA ASESINA CONDENADA AL INFIERNO, BUSCA CÓMO ROMPER SUS MARCAS MALDITAS, MIENTRAS ELLA ES PERSEGUIDA POR EL PACTO DEL HAMBRE Y LA TENAZ ORDEN DE LA SANTA CRUZADA. ELIZABETH LUCHA CONTRA SUS DESEOS DE VENGANZA, MIENTRAS LA CONSUME SU PECADO MORTAL.

Stella Rae Simone is “The Woman from A.F.R.O.” a globe trotting secret agent in the employ of the clandestine A.F.R.O. (All Female Revolutionary Organization).

The road out of town doesn’t forgive mistakes. And neither do the men who run it. They call it a supply job—just another late-night haul through the backroads of the Ozarks. No questions, no delays, and no headlights longer than necessary. But when a bootleg run goes sideways and a driver turns up dead in a ditch with a truck full of untouched shine, something doesn’t add up. Frank Stryker has seen plenty of bad deals, but this one smells different. Cleaner. Planned. The locals keep their mouths shut. The hills keep their secrets. And somewhere deep in the timber, copper stills burn through the night—feeding a network that stretches farther than anyone wants to admit. They call it the Moonshine Run. What starts as a simple investigation turns into a high-stakes chase across winding gravel roads, hidden hollers, and one wrong turn away from a bullet. The operation isn’t just about liquor anymore—it’s about control, territory… and a ledger that could bring the whole outfit crashing down. But in the Ozarks, truth doesn’t travel in the daylight. It rides in the dark—fast, quiet… and loaded.

On a rain-soaked night in Springfield, a routine cab ride turns deadly. When a young woman is found at the base of an old downtown building, the police call it an accident. Maybe a fall. Maybe a mistake. Case closed. But Frank Stryker doesn’t buy it. The victim was a late-night clerk who knew the city’s secrets—who came and went, who paid in cash, and who didn’t want to be seen. Her final cab ride—the last fare—wasn’t random. It was arranged. Digging through dimly lit streets, back-alley businesses, and a web of quiet payoffs, Frank and his loyal partner Bear uncover a trail that leads straight into the grip of organized crime. The deeper he goes, the clearer it becomes: she didn’t fall. She was silenced. Now Frank’s racing against the clock to expose the truth before he becomes the next loose end tied up and thrown away. Because in this city, the last ride doesn’t always take you home.

When a quiet clerk at a downtown Western Auto store is found dead beneath the building, the police call it an accident. A misstep. A tragic slip from the roof. But Frank Stryker doesn’t buy accidents—especially not the kind that leave too many questions behind. The store had a reputation: late-night inventory, locked doors after hours… and a radio in the back office that never quite shut off. Customers whispered about strange interference—voices cutting through static, numbers repeated like a code, signals that didn’t belong to any station on the dial. They called it the Western Auto signal. As Stryker and his dog Bear dig deeper, they uncover a trail that runs far beyond a simple storefront—into backroom deals, mob pressure, and a clerk who knew too much for her own good. The signal wasn’t random. It was a warning. Maybe even a ledger. And someone was willing to kill to keep it from being heard. In a city where neon lights flicker over rain-soaked streets and every frequency carries a secret, Stryker will have to decide how far he’s willing to go… before he becomes just another voice lost in the static.