Deadweight

Jack Mercer keeps a small desert freight airline flying.

Not on paper-on the ramp, in the hangar, with his hands. He knows every bolt and behavioral quirk of Sierra Freight's aging fleet, and he knows how to tell when something doesn't add up.When something doesn't add up, he doesn't look away.

Deadweight is a procedural thriller set in the freight aviation world of southern New Mexico-a story about what happens when the wrong man notices the wrong thing.

Sierra Freight operates at the margins: two aging 727s, one small regional plane running exposed routes, and the discipline of people who understand that asking certain questions is a form of career-ending behavior. Jack Mercer is the mechanic who holds it together. Ex-Air Force. Ex-motorcycle club. A man built for hard environments and trained to trust what the numbers tell him.When an anomaly surfaces aboard the company's smallest aircraft, Jack does what competent people do-he follows it. What he finds looks like a familiar problem. Organized crime. A rogue operation running on a forgotten route. Dangerous, but the kind of dangerous that has a shape, and shapes can be dealt with.

The shape turns out to be wrong.

What unfolds around Jack isn't the problem he identified. It's something older, quieter, and more structurally embedded-a machine that doesn't threaten, argue, or explain. It simply continues. And it has no tolerance for the kind of attention that Jack, by training and by nature, cannot stop paying.Alongside Mitchell Adler-ex-DEA, a man who spent years dismantling logistics networks from the inside-Jack presses forward. The investigation is not heroic. It is procedural, precise, and costly in ways that compound rather than resolve.

Deadweight is the story of a man who is exactly good enough at his job to become a problem.

For readers of Don Winslow, James Ellroy, and Daniel Woodrell. Adult. Restrained. Specific.Southern New Mexico. Desert freight. Institutional silence. The weight that doesn't lift.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​