Blade Raines isn’t a company man. He’s a hard-nosed detective with a street-brawler’s instincts and a reputation for cutting through red tape like a switchblade through silk. When a covert government initiative gives him carte blanche to chase the cases no one else will touch—political powder kegs, media nightmares, bodies meant to stay buried—he doesn’t blink.
 
But Blade doesn’t do partners. He builds The Stray Dogs—a rotating crew of local cops, burned-out feds, and street-smart misfits. Two per job. No loyalties. No leash. Just justice.
 
His first case lands in Los Angeles. His ex’s nephew is gunned down in a so-called gang hit, and the LAPD closes the file. Quick and quiet. But she swears he wasn’t in a gang—and Blade believes her. To crack the cover-up, he brings in two detectives from the Gang Task Force: Lil Hawk and Bird. Both have dirty reputations—whispers of witness intimidation, payoffs, and brutality—and now they’re branded traitors for working with Raines.
 
From cartel executions in the desert to silenced whistleblowers in D.C., Blade and his Dogs go where the bodies fall and the politics get bloody. They’re not here to play nice. They’re here to finish what others won’t even start.
 
Once The Stray Dogs are off the leash, they don’t back off, they don’t play fair—and they don’t let up until they taste blood.