Kolleen Bookey
About the book
THE HUNTED
The Drop
Book 4 of The Fighters Series
Eric Collins was taken for one reason.
Ringo wants him alive.
As Jack and Ryan tear through the wasteland searching for Riley’s twin, Ringo stays close behind—shadowing Eric with a small, lethal team of misfits who don’t miss and don’t hesitate. Every mile is a narrowing trap. Every choice Eric makes pulls him deeper into the game.
Against the odds, Eric finds his way back to Sacramento—straight into another nightmare.
Riley and Jack are already there, on a high-risk mission at the Arden Mall, when a violent storm rolls in. The structure begins to fail. Darkness swallows the corridors. Steel groans. Concrete falls. What should have been a routine sweep turns into a fight for survival as the building threatens to collapse around them.
They escape—but the hunt doesn’t stop.
Back in Prescott, the rules change.
Jack and Riley are given a directive that leaves no room for mercy: Ringo must die.
What follows is a brutal game of cat and mouse, played through blizzards, shadows, and half-truths. Each side lays bait. Each side waits for the other to slip. No one knows who’s watching—or who’s already been marked.
The final move draws them to Santa Clarita.
Six Flags Magic Mountain stands abandoned, frozen in decay, its rides twisted into traps and killing grounds. What was once designed for thrills has become a maze of death, where the apocalypse has turned every corner into a gamble and survival depends on who anticipates the next move.
Here, the hunted become the prey.
And the prey become the hunted.
No one is safe.
The game is real.
And this time, there may be no way out.
COMING SOON
Book Four of the Fighters Series
Inside the Book
Ringo peeled away the last of the bulky layers, letting them fall into the slush at his feet with a heavy, wet slap. The cold gnawed at normal men, but tonight he hardly felt it—his blood ran too hot. Snowstorms annoyed him, sure, but they also came with perks. They hid things, masked movement, drove sane people inside and flushed broken ones out. Not his favorite weather, but useful.
He stretched, savoring the freedom. No more restriction. Just the coil of muscle and violence beneath his skin.
The amusement park sprawled before him—rusted rides, dying lights, wandering figures infected with madness and sickness. A playground of insanity. A collection of fractured souls stumbling through a carnival turned graveyard.
Perfect.
The moon—swollen, unnatural—hung low, painting the roller coaster tracks in sickly white. It pulsed faintly, as if keeping its own heartbeat. He felt its approval.
Soft footsteps whispered behind him. Jewel. He smelled her before she spoke—warm skin beneath winter air, a sweetness tinted with danger. She moved like a serpent wrapped in silk and sin.
He didn’t turn. He wanted her to come to him on her terms. She was lethal, but predictable in her craving for the wrong kind of power. He could use that.
There was time for one more game before the festivities began. One more round of wickedness. The tunnel surrounding them—an underpass with peeling cartoon murals warped by snow and neglect—felt designed for sin. Dim bulbs flickered overhead, casting shadows that stretched like reaching claws.
