A South Dakota kid who outran the world.
For thirteen years, every three-letter agency in the United States wanted Dan “Tito” Davis. None of them could find him. They called him “The Ghost.”
He was born in Pierre, South Dakota in 1953 β a wrestler, a jockey, a restless kid with a mind that worked faster than the world around him could contain. By the time he reached Las Vegas and the campus of UNLV, that mind had found its most dangerous application. He began manufacturing amphetamines β White Crosses, they called them β and what started as chemistry became empire. At his peak, Tito Davis was moving ten million pills a week, distributed through the Bandidos Motorcycle Club across the American Southwest. He wasn't a street dealer. He was an architect.
Federal time came. Five years β a nickel, in the language of men who count their freedom in years. He got out. He went back in the game. And then, in 1994, a childhood friend named Marvin made a phone call that changed everything. An informant's tip. A setup. And Tito Davis disappeared. Not into hiding β into the world. For the next thirteen years, he moved through fifty-four countries, outmaneuvering the FBI, CIA, DEA, U.S. Marshals, Homeland Security, U.S. Customs, Interpol, local law enforcement, mercenaries, guerrilla organizations, kidnappers, and hitmen. He crossed the Darien Gap β the world's most dangerous passage between two continents β on foot. He lived under the direct protection of Julio, a powerful cartel boss in post-Escobar MedellΓn. He built a resort in Venezuela while Hugo ChΓ‘vez was calling President Bush "the devil" at the United Nations. He was interrogated in Cuba. He slipped undetected into Germany. He underwent plastic surgery. Twice. He became a university student, an ice cream vendor, a kite-surf champion, an airline pilot. He became everyone else.
When they finally brought him back in 2007 β renditioned from Venezuela β he was given ten years. He served them. And in the silence of a federal prison, he wrote it all down. Seven hundred pages. Every safe house, every border crossing, every choice that cost him something he could never get back. That manuscript became a book. That book became a bestseller. And every reviewer who finished it said the same three words: this is a movie.
“A roller coaster life story. The reader won’t be able to put it down.”
β On Gringo: My Life on the Edge as an International Fugitive“This book is literally a movie.”
β Reviewers, consistently and unanimously