Ace Up My Sleeve is a no-frills, no-mercy Chase thriller that hits like a right hook to the jaw and doesn’t stop swinging till the final twist leaves you blinking at the page. It’s a tale of political corruption, ruthless ambition, and the one man who finds himself caught between power, payoffs, and a pretty face he can’t trust.
Our protagonist? Floyd Jackson, a newspaper reporter who’s seen enough filth to know that truth doesn’t sell—but scandal does. When he’s roped into helping a crooked senator sweep a murder under the rug, Floyd figures he’s just cashing in on the usual dirty deal.
But then the corpse starts talking—figuratively, of course—and Floyd realizes he’s holding an ace card that a lot of powerful people want to bury with him.
The stakes escalate fast: car chases, frame-ups, blackmail notes, a femme fatale with razor-sharp heels, and a criminal underworld that reaches straight into the halls of government. And yet, true to Chase’s style, it’s all written in tight, no-nonsense prose that doesn’t waste a syllable.
Every character in this book is running a game, and Floyd’s problem is that he’s playing in a casino where the house always cheats. He’s not a hero—just a survivor trying to stay alive long enough to figure out whose finger is on the trigger behind the curtain.
The real genius of the novel lies in the slow reveal of power dynamics: who’s manipulating whom, and what is the real “ace” that can blow the whole scheme wide open? Chase keeps his cards close to his chest until—bam!—you realize you’ve been played right along with the protagonist.
In essence, Ace Up My Sleeve is a gritty, cynical thriller about how far people will go to protect their secrets—and how dangerous it is to hold the winning hand when everyone at the table is a killer. It’s lean, mean, and completely unrepentant.