Dead Air

Vico Mendoza has survived thirty-four days in the Amazon with a broken leg. He has crossed the Chihuahuan Desert with half a liter of water. He knows how to stay alive. What he doesn't know is why a fake SOS signal pulled him off a Texas highway. Or why his satellite radio died the moment he followed it. Or why his father's name is written on a mannequin buried in the sand. Five people are watching him from the dark.
They have guns, night vision, and a message: his father didn't drown fifteen years ago. The desert has no signal. But it has ears. And someone is listening.