Jeri Halston should be working on Wall Street, not in a forgotten old bar in Flagstaff. But the brilliant, gorgeous twenty-six-year-old prefers bartending at Joe’s Last Stand Saloon to climbing the corporate ladder. When Jeri starts receiving love letters from an anonymous admirer, she’s amused by their far-flung postmarks and coy Polaroids that never quite show the writer’s face. Their postscripts are even more intriguing: “Don’t order dog.” Hilarious but harmless, the letters don’t raise any red flags to Jeri—until a hyper-vigilant homeland security agent discovers that the letters are originating from places where the world’s top energy researchers keep turning up dead.
As the mailed missives turn from tame to threatening, Jeri realizes that her nameless, faceless pen pal just might have dragged her into an international terrorism plot. And there’s no marking “Return to Sender” on this nightmare.
Revised edition: Previously published as Don’t Order Dog, this edition of Ice Man Cometh includes editorial revisions.