LET THE HUNT BEGIN.
Two men are responsible for the death of Hector Cross' wife and only one is left alive: Johnny Congo - psychopath, extortionist, murderer, and the bane of Cross's life. He caught him before and let him go. Now, Hector wants him dead. So does the US government. Congo is locked up on Death Row in the most secure prison in the free world, counting down the days until his execution. He's got two weeks. He wants out. He's escaped before and knows he can again, and with whizz kid D'Shonn Brown enlisted, he might just have a chance. Cross, still licking his wounds from his last bruising encounter with Congo, is back and ready for work. In the middle of the rough Atlantic stands oil supertanker Bannock A. Terrorist activity in the area has triggered panic and there's only one person they can trust to protect her. What is promised as a cakewalk turns out to be much more, a mission that will test Cross to his emotional and physical limits. But a life spent in the SAS and private security has left Cross hard-wired for pain and as he is thrown into the bull pit once more, he will not stop until he has snared his prey. Hector Cross is Predator.
