When your father is wanted for being a drug kingpin by police agencies around the world, including the FBI, your childhood is anything but normal.
Tyler, her sister, half-brother, mother, and father went on the run when she was still a toddler and stayed that way for years. By the time she was nine she’d lived in thirteen different houses and five countries, finally ending up in England, still on the move from house to house. Although her parents had separated and her father was living with a girlfriend in the Caribbean, Scotland Yard believed her mother would lead them to their quarry and camped out at the end of their driveway for months.
Tyler’s father had always made an effort to stay in touch with his children. To him “in touch” meant clandestine phone calls from untraceable phone booths, midnight runs across the English Channel, visits with a man never known by his real name. On Tyler’s twelfth birthday one of those visits was cut short as the police finally learned of her father’s whereabouts. Her birthday present that year was the image of him standing on a dusty road by a banana field, bags packed, as he made one last dash for safety.
In alternating chapters from now to then Tyler tells her story as well as that of her family and what her father’s decisions did to them. This is a book of hope, sadness and longing from a woman who still hasn’t found her way home.