Toronto, Canada, 2006. A few months after the worst year of the Iraq war. Gabriel Navarro splits his time between his job slinging ink at the Atlantis Ink tattoo parlor, and working on his master’s degree in fine art. Gabe is twenty-two, sure of his beliefs and his artistic integrity, and na?ve enough to think he’ll never have to compromise. And then one night Jake MacLean walks into the shop and changes everything. Jake Maclean is twenty-eight and a veteran American Army pilot. He's been staying with his ex-pat sister in Toronto while he tries to get his life in order. The problem is, he can't. After his disastrous final mission in Iraq, he's overcome with anger and survivor’s guilt, trapped in a losing battle to atone for a failure he’s sure can never be forgiven. Left without hope, he decides to have his memory of the mission tattooed on his back, with the condemning words: God Will Judge Me. He doesn't expect to fall for the tattoo artist. Gabe falls just as quickly and deeply for Jake, though Jake's reluctance to talk about what happened frustrates and worries him. Gabe knows Jake isn't doing well, but accepting Jake’s claims that he's "fine" is far easier than dealing with the frightening truth. But soon it’s horribly clear Jake can’t control his panic attacks or flashes of violence, and he's getting worse. If Gabe can’t help him face his demons, Jake is headed for a crash -- and there’s every chance he’ll take Gabriel down with him.

Black Hawk Tattoo

Cop Hair cleared his throat. “God will judge me.”


“Whoa,” Gabe said, looking up. “Sorry,” he amended quickly, feeling the blood creep up his face again. Cop Hair was going to think he was diseased. “It’s just…that’s pretty harsh.”


Gabe realized he was staring and quickly looked back at the paper. “Right. Okay.” He penciled in the words fast. “You’re going to have to tell me what you want the letters to look like, unless you want me to design them?”


“I’ll find something,” Cop Hair said.


“Great,” Gabe said. He turned the sketchpad again. “So, that’s pretty much what you want it to look like?”


Another unsmiling nod. “Yeah, that’s perfect.”


Chapter 6