‘He would need two months, three at the most, to tie everything together. Peshawar, up on the Afghan border, was thick with smugglers and heroin factories […] Three or four shipments of the best smack in the world and Jack would really be King. The King of Chicago.’
When he gets out of jail for the seventh time, Yaqub Shah aka Jack King—from Chicago—vows never to go back again. Fed up of running small-time scams for other people, he convinces his law-abiding guardian, Uncle Jalal, that he wants to sort out his life and return to Pakistan. What he really has in mind is a blockbuster heroin deal—sourcing product from the motherland, and supplying to the Midwest in America—which will let him retire as the ‘King of Chicago.’
Heading back to the place of a painful past—his dear mother long gone and an estranged father only interested in his business empire—Jack is determined to stay no longer than necessary. Pakistan, however, finds a way of getting under his skin—he falls in love with the beautiful Afroz, who reminds him of the futility of running away from home; he gets into a drunken scuffle with Mushtaq Gill, who happens to be the head of the National Intelligence Agency; and when things really start heating up, he must confront himself and the life he truly desires.
A thrilling caper, a hedonistic romp and a poignant homecoming story, The Shah of Chicago is a high-octane, swashbuckling adventure.