Travis French has his hands full. Poor guy. He's just trying to make a little money, keep his fly-fishing clients happy, and prevent his cute lil' girl friend from walking out. Oh, and by the way, get the state bureaucrats off his ass. After all, he didn't mean to kill that client. It was an accident. Really. Trouble is, accidents happen around Travis. And the fuse is lit on the next one... One of Travis's wealthy clients, Wall Street operator and maniac fly-fisherman, Richard Weston, weathered the 2008 financial meltdown in fine style. And now the investment banking big shot is ready to make his move. When two MIT scientists mysteriously perish in a fire, Weston gets the only two authentic copies of their research... research that proves definitively that cell phones cause brain cancer. And Weston knows exactly what to do with the inside information-crash the market price, short sell the stocks and make billions. But as brilliantly as he calculates finance, Weston foolishly miscalculates his marriage. Weston's wife, Anna, a savvy Siberian beauty, knows the bastard is up to something illegal, so she's getting out, quick. But she has to protect herself, so she grabs the two copies of cell phone study and jets to Montana- where her one-time playmate, Travis, will protect her. Won't he? Well, the question is, who will cut whose throat and how? And for how much money? The story is a darkly comic, action-adventure in which all the characters are damaged-even the good guys. Reminiscent of early Elmore Leonard, Cutthroat is a warped mix of fly-fishing, crop dusting, financial shenanigans and, of course, sex and mayhem.
