After a night of mindless violence, they locked him in a cage and left him there with the rest of the animals.
But now Roarke is on the outside again. He's found some semblance of peace as a private investigator. Sometimes he's hired to solve a problem. Sometimes he's hired to do something mean. He prefers the one, but he isn't above the other.
When he's hired to locate a gorgeous banking executive's missing niece, Roarke suspects the case might be just another ugly custody fight between the girl's parents. A single gunshot aimed his way proves him wrong, and convinces him to give the missing girl his undivided attention.
Soon, Roarke finds himself drawn away from his Detroit lair and into the northern wilderness where a group of heavily armed militiamen calling themselves Sovereign North are holding the girl. Lead by a silver-tongued preacher and a remorseless killer called the Last Watchman, the Sovereign are waiting for him.
They think they can bargain with him.
They think he can be reasoned with.