Wyatt needs a job.

A bank job would be nice. Or a security van. But these days armed robbery means working with cocky young idiots or strung-out meth-heads—and Wyatt’s not that desperate.

Luckily, a broker in Queensland knows someone who wants a painting stolen. Which is how Wyatt finds himself in Noosa, casing a rich paedophile’s house for entry points and escape routes.

That’s fine. It’s what Wyatt does.

The double-cross that’s supposed to end with him getting killed? Less fine.

The heat is on.