Matt "Loose Cannon" Shannon is an ex-FBI agent turned head of security for a line of cruise ships. It's a career move that owes more to his love affair with bourbon than any fondness for the Miami sun. He has a pile of credit card debt, a disconnected telephone, and a suspended driver's license. He doesn't have a lot of dignity left to cling to. But he's doing what he can.
Matt's stepbrother Jack has just earned an early release from prison, and he's back in Matt's life with an offer: a one-shot chance to clear a haunting IOU. The shipping route between Miami and Havana has opened up, and every kind of illicit material is slipping through, hidden in the holds of sleek cruise ships like the ones Matt is in charge of. All Matt has to do is arrange for a small security lapse, just long enough for Jack and some friends to board the Norwegian Empress on its next trip to Cuba.
And in a heist more audacious than anything he's been trained for or dreamed up in his most fevered state, Matt ends up on the wrong end of everything. Not just highjacking. Not just robbery. Not just murder. Caught between two cutthroat crews bent on slaughter and worse, Matt reaches back for long-discarded expertise and long-lost knowledge. As he fights for his future he searches also for understanding: is the mysterious woman on Jack's crew his salvation? His personal assassin? Or the key to his hidden past?
In a novel that is riveting from its opening line, Sean Rowe shows why the masters of modern crime fiction—James Patterson, Jeffery Deaver, and George Pelecanos—are among those electrified by Fever. Combining up-to-the-minute suspense with the pacing of a James M. Cain or Jim Thompson classic, Sean Rowe has written a thriller that ranks among the very best.