What if hunting for a stolen masterpiece was the only way to calm the storm raging inside you?
A woman steps off a bus at Denali and climbs a glacier wall marked "Do Not Climb." Ice axes biting into ancient blue. No rope. No permit. No hesitation. This is Jax — ex-Marine Special Forces, haunted by a classified mission that ended in friendly fire.
By day, she pours drinks at a Boston bar. By night, no matter how hard she tries, she sees faces — her unit in the moment everything went wrong, and Rembrandt's terrified sailors in a painting stolen from the Gardner in 1990. She can't explain why one mirrors the other. She just can't stop looking.
In the painting, terrified sailors face a violent storm while Christ sleeps in the boat. Faith or fear. That's the choice. Jax sees herself in the sailor staring out from the canvas — frozen between the two.
When Professor James Kingsfield III draws her into the world of the heist, her tactical mind finds a new mission. But Boston's criminal underworld doesn't welcome investigators. What begins as obsession becomes dangerous. The line between hunter and hunted blurs. Is the FBI using her as an asset — or bait?
For a woman who sleeps in forest canopies and scales glaciers alone, the most treacherous terrain may be within.