He thought he was hunting a con-woman.
Turns out he was chasing his own damn ruin.
Jake Harlan isn't a hero. He's a busted gumshoe with a twice-broken shoulder and a taste for rye he can't afford. But when a red-haired grifter named Vivian Lane blows into his life wearing danger like perfume, Jake makes the oldest mistake in the book—he listens to his heart instead of his head.
Bad move.
Vivian isn't just trouble. She's the kind that signs her name in blood and vanishes before the ink dries. One minute she's kissing you senseless. Next minute she's diving off a midnight pier with a fistful of bearer bonds and a laugh sharp enough to cut rope.
Jake could walk away. Should walk away. But he doesn't.
Because Vivian leaves a trail no man can ignore—dead mobsters, crooked cops, burned money, and a high-stakes insurance scam that stinks worse than last week's catch.
Every clue drags Jake deeper. Every answer comes with a bruise. And every time he thinks he's getting close, Vivian slips through his fingers like smoke in a gale.
The Feds want her locked up. The mob wants her buried.
Jake just wants the truth.
But in this city, truth is expensive.
And sometimes the bill comes with a bullet.
The Neon Trap is a fast, vicious, no-rules chase through alleys, motel rooms, and rotting docks—where every kiss is a setup, every friend is a liar, and every step might be your last. Jake Harlan knows the odds. He just doesn't give a damn.
Because some dames are worth the bruises.
And some hunts don't end until one of you stops breathing.
If you like your crime raw, fast, and dangerous—you just found your next hit.
