A Drug Trade Novel : The Chemist's Edge
This book contains mature and disturbing content that may not be suitable for all readers.
Expect graphic depictions of violence, including murder, torture, and bloodshed. Sexual violence, drug abuse, and addiction are central themes.
The story explores a brutal underworld with explicit language, moral ambiguity, and characters facing extreme situations.
Reader discretion is advised; proceed only if you’re comfortable with dark, unflinching material.
In the rust-choked shadows of 1989 Iron Hollow, Zane Holt is a survivor, a 23-year-old drifter with a secret gift: he can sense the purity of any substance with a touch.
It’s 1989, and the world’s a fractured mess; Reaganomics has gutted America’s heartland, the Cold War’s dying gasps fuel black-market chaos, and the drug trade sprawls like a hydra from Colombian jungles to Rust Belt ruins.
In Iron Hollow, a decaying Ohio steel town, Zane Holt survives on the fringes at 23, armed with a secret: he can sense any substance’s purity with a touch. It’s his edge, testing meth for small-time dealer Marco Delgado as cocaine floods cities and meth festers in the hollows.
But when Marco pushes him to cook, promising a lifeline against a rising gang tide; Zane balks. His mother’s overdose seven years back left a scar and a vow: never make the poison that killed her. In a town where the “War on Drugs” is a hollow roar, survival doesn’t care about promises.
Iron Hollow’s a battleground in a bigger war. Cartel, A fading mafia clan, FBI agents, CIA shadows, Soviet exiles and biker gangs ; all clawing for a piece of the chaos.
Pagers buzz with coded threats, banks crumble under dirty money, and every deal’s a roll of the dice; loyalty’s a myth, and betrayal’s the currency.
Zane’s caught in the crossfire, his knack a double-edged blade that paints a target on his back. Refuse Marco, and he’s broke and exposed; step in, and he’s a ghost of his mother’s fate, crafting death in a world that thrives on it.
As empires clash and bodies drop, Zane must outwit a game where no crown lasts long, where a deal can crown you one day and bury you the next. Will he carve a path through the wreckage, or join the tally of the fallen? In Iron Hollow’s merciless dance, there’s no middle ground; only winners and the dead.
