He had everything the modern world could offer. A smartphone that knew his schedule before he did. A laptop thinner than a magazine. A life delivered by algorithm, optimized for convenience, connected to everything — and somehow, quietly, to nothing that mattered.
Then Jim Reeves woke up in a field in 1972 with empty pockets, no ID, and fifty-four years of future knowledge locked inside his head that he could never, under any circumstances, share.
No Google. No GPS. No safety net. Just a small town full of decent people who would think he was completely insane if he told them a single word of the truth.
Dead Reckoning is a Mission: Impossible style thriller wrapped around a deeply human question. Jim must build a life from scratch — a cover story, a job, an income, a community — using nothing but his mind, his character, and skills he didn't know he had. Every conversation is a minefield. Every friendship is a risk. Every piece of future knowledge burning in his memory is a weapon he cannot fire.
He knows who wins the election. He knows which boys come home from Vietnam. He knows what happens to newspapers, to small towns, to the entire world these people are living in.
He cannot say a word.
What unfolds is a story about survival in its truest sense — not the Hollywood kind, but the quiet, daily, deeply personal kind. The kind that asks what you are actually made of when every tool you depend on disappears. The kind that forces you to look at the people around you and decide whether you are truly present with them, or just passing through your own life on the way to somewhere else.
Part thriller. Part love story. Part philosophical gut-punch.
Dead Reckoning will make you close your phone, look up, and ask the question that haunts every chapter.
Could you survive?
