Dog Pound, Book #3 of the Janitors Series - Bad guy goes to work on plot.

Today’s excerpt is from Dog Pound, Book #3 of the nine-book Janitors Series.  Finding out the kidnapping had been successful, Lloyd Wallace puts more of the plot into motion.  Enjoy and have a wonderful day. 

m.j.

 

After taking a deep breath, Lloyd called the police and asked for Sergeant Mark Yomo, the policeman who had called him earlier.  When he had Sergeant Yomo on the line, he nearly whispered, “I’m afraid your suspicion that Miss Lane had been kidnapped was correct.  I just received a ransom call.  They want five million dollars.” 

Detective Sergeant Yomo sat up in his chair.  “I’ll be right over.  It’s best you stay in your room for now, in case they call back.  Do I have your permission to tap your phone?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Please give me your cell phone number, and we’ll tap it as well.”

Lloyd did as asked, then hung up.  His next steps were already planned.  He called Abe Finefield, the head of Gibbon Studios, who were due to start shooting the new Billie Jo Lane film in less than three months.  “Abe, this is Lloyd Wallace.”

“Do you know what time it is?”

“Sorry, Abe.  I’m calling from Hawaii.  Billie Jo has been kidnapped.”

Abe Finefield sat bolt upright in his bed and screamed, “What!  Kidnapped?  How?”

 “I don’t have all the details yet, but I have received a ransom call demanding five million dollars.  Billie Jo doesn’t have that much in liquid assets at this time—maybe half, if I scramble.  Can I count on you for help on that front?”

“Hell, yes!  We’ve got to get her back.  Have you contacted the police and FBI?”

“Just the police.  They contacted me before the kidnappers did.  When they called, they weren’t sure she’d been kidnapped, but the ransom call to me verified she had.”

“I think the FBI should be contacted at once.”

“I agree.  As soon as I hang up with you, I’ll call them.”

“Good, get to it.  How do I contact you?”

“I’m at the Hawaiian Sunset, room 1472.”

“Thanks.  I’ll be in touch.”

After hanging up with Abe, Lloyd called the local FBI office.  When he had someone on the line he swallowed. “Hello, this is Lloyd Wallace, the manager for Billie Jo Lane.  She’s been kidnapped, with a ransom of five million dollars demanded for her safe return.”

The voice on the line replied, “Just a moment, sir.”

Soon thereafter a voice came on the line.  “Hello, I’m Special Agent Justin Morehead.  May I be of service?”

“Yes, sir.  I’m Lloyd Wallace, Billie Jo Lane’s manager.  She has been kidnapped and I received a ransom demand.”

“Have the local authorities been contacted?”

“Yes.”

“In cases like this, they have jurisdiction unless we have reason to believe that Miss Lane has been transported across state lines.  There’s little we can do except advise and be of any assistance the local authorities may request.”

“A Sergeant Yomo is on his way to see me right now.  Could you possibly stop by also, at my request?  I’m at the Hawaiian Sunset, room 1472.”

“Yes, very well.  I’ll come right over.”

“Thank you.”

 

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Back To Iraq, Book #2 of the Janitors Series - Close call in Iraq.

Today’s excerpt is from Back To Iraq, Book #2 of the nine-book Janitors Series.  The Janitors get out of the al-Qaida facility they have raided inside Iraq just in time.  Enjoy and have a great day. 

m.j.

 

Holly, sitting in the Humvee outside the opening into the communication pod with Hector and her father, wondered just how close Jim was going to play it.  “A few minutes” off of ten didn’t leave much room for error.

Finally, Jim was done and he grabbed the computer tower from the unit he had been using and ran for the Humvee.  As he got in, he handed the tower to Drew, started the engine, and drove to the end of the corridor, where Hector told him to stop.  Hector leaned out the door, fired a shot at the gunpowder (which ignited it), and closed the door.  “Let’s make tracks.”

Jim swung around the Humvee in front of him and headed northwest, away from the complex.  Billy, driving the other Humvee, followed close behind.  As they drove away with as much speed as possible, Jim keyed the radio.  “Robber here, Cop One.  How are things looking?  Over.”

Cop One could see the Humvees speeding away and could also see the approaching Iraqi force.  The closeness of their departure to being caught had him almost holding his breath.  He replied, “In about another minute, I have to go get a drink for this bird.  Your heading looks fine to me.  Over.”

“Roger.  Thanks.  Out.”

“You cut that a little close, husband.”

Jim smiled and replied, “A minute is better than thirty seconds.  By the way, what about your boat?”

Holly grinned.  “Thought you’d never ask.  Went on by.” 

The Iraqi force was close enough to see the Humvees depart, but they didn’t have enough speed to catch up.  The force commander was trying to figure out his next move when the earth erupted just in front of him.  Debris from the mammoth explosion rained down on his column.  By the time things settled down, the Humvees were out of sight.

In the Humvees, the Janitors felt the shock wave of the explosion but were unimpeded by it and drove on.  The Humvees had been equipped, in addition to the radio link to their cover, with a secure communication link with Big Brother, the AWACS plane also flying overhead.

Jim now used that link.  “Big Brother, this is Robber.  I need to be patched through to the White House, General Bradley, ASAP.  Tell him Fox One is calling.  Over.”

 

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Baghdad Butcher, Book #1 of the Janitors Series - Mob lawyer about to pay for his sins.

Today’s excerpt is from Baghdad Butcher, Book #1 of the nine-book Janitors Series.  Having gotten the attention of the mob lawyer, Jim is ready to question him.  Enjoy and have a fantastic day. 

m.j.

 

Leaving Hector behind, Jim and Holly went into Wallace Greenberg’s office building.  Using the phony names Holly had given Greenberg, and he gave the night guard, they signed in and took the elevator up to Greenberg’s floor.  They found his office and went in.  There was only one dim light on in the outer office, but an open door, with bright light shining, led them to Greenberg’s inner office. 

As they reached the door, Jim held his hand back to stall Holly, and entered the office with the silenced Walther drawn.  Greenberg was a heavyset man with a receding hairline.  His office was opulent and one wall was covered almost entirely in mirror.  Upon seeing the gun, he started to say something, but Jim interrupted him.  “Up, fatso.  Don’t say anything until I tell you to.  Just walk around your desk and sit down in front of it.”

Greenberg, sweat starting to bead on his head, stood, glanced at the mirror, and did as he was told.  When he was sitting down on the floor in front of his desk, Jim growled, “Okay, here’s the drill.  I’m going to ask you some questions.  You are going to give me some correct answers, and we’ll go on from there.  First question, those three drug dealers that you represent who got all shot up…who set up the retainer for them?”

Greenberg swallowed, glanced at the mirror.  “I can’t tell you that.  That’s privileged information.”

“You see this gun?”

“Yes.”

“With this gun, I am going to blow your kneecap off…for starters.  Do you understand?”

Greenberg looked at the gun, at Jim’s set jaw, and had no doubt whatsoever that doing anything other than what this man wanted would result in death…or worse.  “Yes.  Mr. Gomez, one of the men who was so viciously shot, came into my office some six or eight months ago and placed a large retainer with me.”

“How much?”

Greenberg thought about lying, but changed his mind.  He again glanced at the mirror.  “Half a million.  Cash.”

Jim had noticed the third glance at the mirror and, on a hunch, turned partway to it and fired three silenced shots.  The mirror came crashing down to reveal a video camera and an open cabinet with several videos stored in it.  Looking back at Greenberg, he shook his head.  “You’re a very naughty boy.”

Jim walked over to the video camera, sure that Greenberg would make no move.  When he got to the machine, he turned it off and pulled out the tape.  Then he put the tape in a VCR and watched as the TV screen near it began showing his entrance and all that had happened up until the time he turned off the machine.

To satisfy his curiosity—and to verify that the library of tapes was what he thought it was—he pulled one of the tapes at random and put it into the VCR.  Turning up the sound a bit, he heard and saw one very notorious gangster in conference with Greenberg.  During the course of the conversation, the gangster made several very incriminating statements, sometimes at the urging of Greenberg.

Jim hit the ‘stop’ button, and smiled as he turned around.  “Oh, you are a very, very naughty boy.  But I will say this for your little set-up…it sure is going to make dealing with you a good deal easier.”

Sweat now running down his face, Greenberg asked, “What do you mean?”

“I mean that when I leave here tonight, these tapes are going with me.  And everyone on them will get a copy of his portion of the tapes within twenty-four hours.  But before that happens, you are going to tell me everything I want to know, and tell me promptly.  You will have a very hard time running far with your knee caps blown off.”

Greenberg just sagged, knowing he was a beaten man, that he was going to do exactly as told, and would answer all questions accurately and honestly.   “I’ll do anything you say—just don’t release those tapes, please.”

“You weren’t listening.  The tapes will be released, no matter what you do.” 

 

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Assassin I Am - (More Books) - Trouble in ISIS run mosque.

Today’s excerpt is from Assassin I Am, a stand alone book featuring new character Fred Dupree, along with Jim Scott and friends.  Fred and Rosemary run into trouble while taking down an ISIS mosque.  Enjoy and have a wonderful day. 

m.j.

 

Fred went forward to make certain they were dead, with Rosemary walking next to him.  Finding no pulse on either, Fred checked his phone, just as Hector warned, “You got company headed your way.”

Fred didn’t reply, just showed the screen of his phone to Rosemary and pointed to the right.  The screen showed two men to the right of them, headed in their direction, and two coming toward them from the left of the large room they were now standing in front of.  Rosemary nodded and walked toward where the two men to her side were likely to show up shortly.  Fred did the same to the right. 

Rosemary spotted her two an instant before they spotted her.  She shot one and, before the other could react, she fired another killing shot.  Fred did nearly as well, except he was seen at the same time he saw his two targets.  One was raising his weapon as Fred shot him, but the other one shouted before Fred’s second shot ended the shout, and he ordered, “Reload.”

Rosemary ejected the partially emptied clip in her weapon, put it in the utility pocket of the new pants Fred had thought to get for her while they were in D.C., and put in a new clip.  Fred did the same thing. 

As Hector muttered, “Oh, shit,” nine men coming from three different locations were soon headed to where the shout had come from.  Hector didn’t bother warning Fred and Rosemary, as he knew they would be expecting trouble.  Instead, he turned off his communication set and indicated to his driver to do the same as they both exited the SUV.

The driver followed Hector as he raced to the front door of the mosque.  As he ran, Hector explained, “I’ve only got the key to the front door, but luckily it’s nearer where our people are.  They are inside the entrance in front of that large room where the ragheads do their kneel-down crap.”

Three came at Rosemary from the same direction as her first two.  They came ready to shoot.  Rosemary stood firm, without even the thought to flinch.  She fired the first shot of the battle, killing one of them.  The other two opened fire and—typical of Islamists—weren’t the best of shots.  Only one shot grazed Rosemary’s vest, while she fired two more shots…both fatal.

Meanwhile, Fred had his own fish to fry as four headed toward him.  He killed two before they could open fire.  The other two were firing at him as he killed the third.  But the last one to die had nicked his left arm.  The fourth man hit him in the shin of his right leg, causing him to lose his balance and fall to the floor.  His right elbow hit the floor, sending searing pain through his arm momentarily.  In that moment, his gun fell from his hand.   It slid away from him and, rather than reach out for it, he painfully reached up with his right hand, snatched the knife at the base of his neck, knelt, and threw it at the man, even as he was hit three times in his vest, taking his breath away.  The knife flew true to the neck of the terrorist.

As Fred eased over to his gun and picked it up, the imam and the other man still alive in the mosque came into the large room.  The man with the imam had his weapon raised.  Still on his knees, Fred shot and killed him, while Rosemary—seeing that he hadn’t yet raised his gun, shot the imam in the knee, then in the forearm, above his weapon.

With Fred on his knees, Rosemary raced to the imam and growled, “Move an inch, you son-of-a-bitch, and I’ll blow your balls off.”

The imam froze until Rosemary jerked his hands behind his back and secured them with a plastic restraint Fred had taught her how to use before they left Sedona.

 

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Escape From Mexico, (More Books) - Clyde asked for help.

Today’s excerpt is from Escape From Mexico, a stand alone book featuring Clyde Feegle and friends, including Jim Scott.  An old friend calls Clyde for help to get his sister out of jail in Mexico.  Enjoy and have a great day. 

m.j.

 

“Oh, yeah—more than I want.  As soon as I found out, I talked to Glenn.  He called Hector Garcia, who got her a Mexican attorney.  She was arrested for importing guns into Mexico in the trunk of her car.  It doesn’t look good.  The attorney got back to Hector—who, by the way, is paying for the guy.  Anyhow, she’s due for her next hearing on Tuesday, and as I said, according to the attorney, it doesn’t look good.  He told Hector she told him she had no idea how the guns got in her car.  It was a rental, just rented the day before in Tucson.  She crossed into Mexico at Nogales.  Glenn told me we can’t do anything…um, from here.  Suggested I give you a call, to see if you could maybe…well, get her out?”

“Hold on, my phone isn’t secure.  Don’t say anything else.  My partner, Bob Becker, has one of those phones like the one Glenn has.  Let me call you back—ask Glenn for his phone.”

“Roger.  Thanks, Clyde.  Talk to you soon.”

“You got it, pal.”

Mitchell (Mitch) Melosi was an Army Master Sergeant, attached to a three-man military team who worked as a special squad out of the CIA, tasked with tracking down and eliminating terrorists (mainly al-Qaida or offshoots of al-Qaida) seeking to get into the drug business in South and Central America.  Clyde had been part of that team before retirement.  The “Glenn” both men mentioned in their conversation was Glenn Burgess, the Director of the CIA. 

The phones Clyde referred to were special satellite phones a man by the name of Jim Scott (a very wealthy man who was a retired Marine Major and former CIA agent) gave to several friends…Bob and Glenn included.  They were absolutely secure from eavesdroppers—including the U.S. Government.  Another of those friends was Hector Garcia, a retired Marine Master Sergeant, who ran one of the largest detective/protection agencies in California—or the world, for that matter.  Hector also had a number of in-laws in Mexico. 

After telling Jo, who knew both Mitch and Glenn, what the situation was, Clyde called Bob to make sure he was home, then hurried over.  There, he brought Bob up-to-speed and asked to borrow his secure phone.  Bob, of course, agreed, and told Clyde how to call Glenn. 

Glenn answered, “Mitch is here in my office, Clyde.  He told me you were gonna borrow Bob’s phone.  I know this is Bob’s phone—this is Clyde using it, right?”

“Yeah, Glenn.  How are you?”

“Pissed.  How do you feel about taking care of this situation?  I just can’t do it from here—I know you understand.”

“Yes, I do, Glenn.  You guys do it and it ever comes out, all hell will break loose.  I’m sure I can get Bob to lend a hand, too.  We should be able to cobble something together, but could use some more data, as you can guess.”

“You can find what you need in your laptop.  It came to you from Jim Scott, but was routed through the computer of one of the many liberal senators he doesn’t much care for, with no way to trace it back to Jim.  From looking at the same material he came up with after consulting with Hector, I’d say your best bet is this coming Tuesday.  Use your own judgment.  Call if you need any “off the record” assistance.  Also, if you decide on Tuesday, let me know.  I want to be very visible here—and will have Mitch with me.  He, as you can guess, is more than a bit put out at me for insisting he keep his butt right here.”

“Yes, sir.  Tell Mitch we’ll handle it for him.”

 

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Monster's Palace (Other Books) - Jo on the run.

Today’s excerpt is from Monster’s Palace, a stand alone book featuring new character Clyde Feegle with Jim Scott and other old friends.  The first part of Jo’s escape works just fine.  Enjoy and have a fantastic day. 

m.j.

 

As soon as Tino and Basil realized Jo had left, they were not too concerned.  They planned to find her car, using the GPS device.  Their plan would have worked except, as she drove away, Jo started wondering how they had managed to find her so soon after her arrival at Clyde’s home.  Jo was far from a modern device twit, so in time figured out they must have some sort of device on her car. 

She stopped, looked under her car, spotted the device, pulled it free, and drove off.  Reaching her store, there was a newspaper delivery van parked nearby.  The driver was placing the Sunday paper in a vending machine.  Jo took the device and walked up to the van.  She reached under it and attached the GPS “gadget” (as she thought of it) under the van.

It took Tino and Basil two hours to track down the often-turning delivery van.  It had stopped in front of them.  Still not knowing the van was the target, when they saw the blinking light on their indicator stop, they pulled in behind it—thinking Jo must have pulled to a stop in front of the van. 

Tino had Basil get out of the passenger seat to go take a look.  He returned to their car.  “I don’t see her car anywhere.”

Tino had a bewildered look as he pondered what he’d been told.  Just as he was about to open his mouth to speak, the van pulled out.  When the indicator again showed movement, Basil asked, “Do you think…?”

“I think Miss Kelly is much smarter than we gave her credit for.”

They followed the delivery van until it stopped again.  Rather than worry about retrieving their homing device, Tino drove off.  As he did, he glanced over at Basil.  “I fear we have an unfortunate phone call to make.”

“No, you have an unfortunate phone call to make.”

 

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Back To China, (Other Books) - Jim to lend a hand.

Sorry, no photo today, there seems to be a glitch in the system.

Today’s excerpt is from Back To China, a stand alone book featuring Jim Scott and other old friends.  Right after the two scientists are kidnapped by the Chinese, Jim is on his way to meet Tony Henry (now Sir Anthony).  Enjoy and have a wonderful day. 

m.j.

 

As soon as Holly had the plane on a heading to D.C., Jim called Sir Anthony.  “Okay, pal, Holly is flying Hector and me to Andrews.  I’ll give you my plane info shortly.  But right now, I’d sorta like to know what the hell’s going on.”

“Kevin Hogan and Marlin Walendy have been kidnapped.  They were working on a special project at Area 51.  Those two are world-class…”

“Physicists…I’m familiar with some of their concepts.  Let me guess—they were kidnapped in Las Vegas.  If so, where were your people?”

“They were waiting at the casino hotel, where the two were going to enjoy some R&R.  DOD had a six-man team, in three SUVs, pick them up at Nellis Air Force Base, for transport to the hotel.  They made it less than a mile.  As of right now, they—or at least Hogan, and presumably Walendy—are heading west from Las Vegas.  Their present heading has them winding up in China—if, of course, I’m correct in assuming the Chinese are behind this.”

“You’re probably right.  So you want Hector and me to snatch them back?”

“Yes.”

“I suppose you have no idea where in China they might be taken?”

“Just a hunch…one of the Jim Scott variety….one of your gut feelings.  There is a recently constructed Chinese facility in the middle of nowhere…Qinghai Provence, to be precise.  It was built into the side of a small mountain—more like a hill—and has a nice new road running quite a distance, to and past the facility.  They have only recently moved the heavy construction equipment out of the area.  Umm…one more thing—the road leads nowhere once past the facility.  It may or may not be completed.”

“How long did the construction take?”

“Roughly six months.”

“How long have Hogan and Walendy been at Area 51?”

“The better part of a year.”

“I’d say you may be right, but I’ll draw up two plans:  one for populated area, and one for the ‘middle of nowhere.’  By the way, since you seem to have sure knowledge of where at least Hogan is, I assume you have a GPS device imbedded in him somehow.” 

“Correct.  Now, give me your plane info.  You’ll be met at Andrews and flown to the White House.  We’ll meet you there.”

“Who is ‘we’?”

“The Prime Minister and me.”

Jim nodded to himself and gave Sir Anthony the information.  Then he got down to serious planning.  While he worked on the plan, Hector watched.  At one point, Hector asked, “You know we’ll need at least four, don’t you?”

“What I was thinking.  You’re figuring out who the other two will be.  I’m not real sure on timing, but I’d say we’ll have very little, so probably none of the folks who readily come to mind will do.”

 

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Pool Of Blood, Book #3 of the Becker Trilogy - Assassin misses again.

Today’s excerpt is from Pool Of Blood, Book #3 of the Becker Trilogy, a stand alone book featuring Bob Becker along with friends, old and new, including Jim Scott.  The contract killer misses another shot at Michelle.  Enjoy and have a great day. 

m.j.

 

When Wednesday rolled around, Newton and Morsi were up early and on the road to the two-lane highway leading from Bob’s to the Interstate.  They were in two vehicles: Morsi in the truck, and Newton in his rental car.  Newton knew exactly where he was headed, so he led, while Morsi followed.  Short of a rise in the highway, there was a rutted dirt road Newton had discovered earlier when scouting out the area.  They pulled down the road to a wide spot.  Newton parked the rental there, and climbed in with Morsi.  Next, they went back to the two-lane and drove down past Bob’s property and the nearest neighbor, then found a place to turn around.  As they drove back by, Newton looked the area over carefully still again; then, at the top of the rise, he had Morsi stop. 

After checking his watch to make sure he had the timing right to that point, he climbed in the rear of the panel truck.

As he did, Bob and Michelle were just about ready to leave for St. Charles.  Bob backed out of the garage, then turned to head to the access road.  When he reached it he turned left, then right onto the two-lane.  He passed a slight straight-away, and then a bend in the road, before he headed up a rather steep incline.  As soon as he came around the bend and started up the incline, he saw the white panel truck at the top.  Bob immediately slammed on the brakes, spun the steering wheel, and floored the accelerator.  As he did all this, he shouted, “Michelle, down—now!”

His actions came none too soon.  Even as Michelle ducked down, Newton fired.  The shot went through the rear window to where her head had been, then exited through the front windshield.  Before Newton could fire again, Bob was back around the bend in the road, headed back to his home.  As he drove, he told Michelle to get the Wentzville police on the phone.

 

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Bigfoot Bait, Book #2 of the Becker Trilogy - Lindsey in no mood to be re-captured.

Today’s excerpt is from Bigfoot Bait, Book #3 of the Becker Trilogy, a stand alone book featuring Bob Becker along with friends, old and new, including Jim Scott.  Lindsey “slays her vampire” after escaping.  Enjoy and have a wonderful day. 

m.j.

 

Lindsey leaving the trap site with the chain and stake was what Clay had seen when playing the video.  When he arrived, he used the flashlight he had to check out the spot where she had been.  The only thing there was the hood.  Searching around, he could see the tracks she was leaving, due to the dampness of the grass and weeds.

Walking steadily, certain he would find her in no time, Clay set out after her.

Not knowing when Biden or his companion would be coming, Lindsey made the best time she could, under the circumstances.  She had no idea where she was going, but just wanted to put as much distance between her and the kidnappers as she could.  She was thinking about the possibility that one or both of them would catch up with her at some point.  If they both came, she knew she probably had little chance, but if it was only one, it was possible she might be able to defend herself…especially since she had her trusty stake to pierce the heart of the “vampire” (as she thought of her captor(s)) to save herself.

Lindsey had no way of knowing she was going to pass well to the west of where the two evil men had parked their vehicles.  If she had known, she really wouldn’t have cared all that much.  Her ultimate goal was to reach a road…any road…then hope and pray someone would come along, so she could get help for Katy. 

As Clay followed along, he wondered why he hadn’t caught up to her yet.  He still hadn’t figured out she might have been gone for a long time before he discovered she was gone.  Since he could still clearly see her path using his flashlight, he continued on.

His flashlight notified Lindsey she was being followed.  When she saw the bobbing light, she continued on her course, haphazard though it was.  When she looked back again, she realized that while not rapidly, whoever was following her was gaining.  She stopped to take stock.  The moon was close to half full, but was tucking behind clouds from time to time.  Lindsey knew her feet were getting very wet, so correctly assumed she was leaving some sort of trail.  She stopped to look her surroundings over carefully, until she came up with a plan.  Hurrying as fast as she could, she continued on in a more-or-less open section of forest.  When the trees started to thicken again, she dodged to the left, then followed the tree line back the way she had just come.  She found a very large tree that was less than ten feet from the trail she had left.

There she waited until she could see Clay clearly.  She was disappointed it wasn’t Biden, but was happy to see the man following her was alone.  She was a bit concerned the man she saw might not be one of the two kidnappers. 

Just as she had that thought, Clay made the most serious mistake of his life.  He stopped.  “Lindsey—if you can hear me, you know I can move faster than you.  You may as well give up.”

Lindsey recognized his voice.

Clay waited a few moments before he continued.  When he was abreast the tree Lindsey stood next to, she moved forward with the stake held firmly in both hands, any concern about who he was behind her.  “You lookin’ for me?”

Clay turned, smiling that his ploy had worked.  Too late, he noticed the stake in Lindsey’s hands.  She swung it with all her might, hitting him in the forehead.  Stunned, he fell to the ground on his back.  Lindsey was on him in a flash.  Still gripping the stake in both hands, she raised it up and plunged it downward as hard as she could.  The stake grazed off the left side of his breast bone, through two ribs, and into his heart.

Even as Lindsey wiggled the stake to free it, she realized her tormentor wasn’t moving.  She gave up on trying to dislodge it, as she continued to sit on top of her now-dead kidnapper.  Panting a bit at her exertion, she yelled, “Take that, you son-of-a-bitch!”          

 

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Too Many Women, Book #1 of the Becker Trilogy - One down, but one gets away.

Today’s excerpt is from Too Many Women, a stand alone book featuring several new characters, as well as Jim Scott and friends.  Horace kills one bad guy, but even though they hit the departing car of another he gets away.  Enjoy and have a wonderful day. 

m.j.

 

By then Bill was at the access road, with Leo not far behind.  Horace looked over the scene carefully.  “Okay, the guy I shot at is down from the tree, just lying on the ground, not moving.  I’ve see a bit of foliage movement, but not who’s causing it.  My guess is he’s seen the condition of the guy I shot and is getting outta Dodge.  He’s moving from my right to my left.”

Bill muttered, “There’s a small pond down that way—probably where they parked their car.  Hold it…I hear the car starting up.”

Getting no response nor expecting one, Bill aimed his rifle in the general direction of the noise from the car he’d heard.  He fired off one shot just as Leo stopped next to him.  Both men heard the sound of shattering glass.  Leo looked in the direction Bill was aiming—and also heard the car moving in addition to the glass shattering sound.  He began shooting in the same general direction as Bill.  Both men hit the car in various places and, in addition to thuds of rounds hitting the car body, they also heard more glass shattering. 

Burras was beside himself with fear as shots were tearing the car to pieces.  He had a few small cuts from flying glass, in spite of the safety standards of such glass.  He knew his only hope was to keep heading back to the highway above his present location.  Assuming Bob was at least one of the guys shooting at him, he decided the best place for him to be was elsewhere.  Hookings and Carnahan had been very clear about what they had seen at Bob’s office.  Boxer was probably dead…and he wanted no part of Mr. Bob Becker.

When he reached where the incline headed up to the highway, he kept right on going, traffic be damned.  At that point, Bill reached over and pulled Leo’s weapon back, away from the fleeing car.  “Better stop shooting.  Guy’s getting near the highway—we might hit an innocent if we keep firing.”

Leo nodded, then got back in his buggy to drive in the direction of the quite dead J.C. Boxer.  Bill thought a second, took out his phone, and called a private number at the Wentzville Police station that belonged to the Chief of Police.  He was relieved when the Chief answered the call.  “Chief, this is Bill Hedden—got a mess on our hands out at Bob’s place.  Guess you heard about the shoot-out at Bob’s office.  Well, we’re watching the lady the guys there were after.  Some joker just took a shot at her.  Thankfully he missed…and one of the two fellas we got helping us out plugged him.  Says he may be dead.  Meanwhile another jerk got into a car near the pond, out front of our place.  Me and another of our security team plugged the car several times, but the guy driving it got away.  Could you get some of your people headed this way, with the word out to be on a lookout for a shot-up car?”

“Right away, Bill.  I’ll come out myself…and I’ll get an ambulance on the way, too.  See you in a few minutes.”

 

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Ancient Rookie, (Other Books) - Chet finds out he's now part bionic.

Today’s excerpt is from Ancient Rookie, a stand alone book featuring several new characters, as well as Jim Scott and friends.  Chet comes to, then finds out about his bionic parts.  Enjoy and have a great day. 

m.j.

 

Twenty minutes after the group reached Chet’s bed, he slowly started moving a bit.  He opened his right eye, as his left eye and most of his head were well bandaged.  His mouth was very dry.  He found he couldn’t talk.  A nurse gave him a sip of water before he slowly, softly said, “This can’t be a good thing.  What happened?”

Dave moved to his left side and took his hand, “You can’t remember anything?”

“Last thing I remember was driving along 44, just past the Grand overpass.  Then I come to…see you all standin’ there like you expect me to be dead.”

Dave glanced at Dr. Pulaski, who gave a gentle nod of the head, then started telling his father what he knew of the accident, including of the death of Helen.  At that point in the conversation, Chet closed his good eye and opened it with moisture in it.  “Tough on us, but probably a blessing for Helen.  Poor thing was in so much pain.  Her pain is over now.”

Dave nodded as he told his father the consensus was his mother had died instantly—probably never even knew something was amiss before she died. When he finished, Dr. Pulaski asked everyone but Dave to leave the room for a few minutes.  He briefly told Chet about the operation—what he’d attempted to do—without going into great detail.  Finished with that, he started to add, “Mr. Coleman…”

Chet interrupted, “Chet is fine, doc.  Unless you want to try on ‘Master Chief.’  Naw, Chet’s fine…go on.”

“Good.  In that case, I’m J.P.  Or Jeep, to my close friends—which I have an idea we’ll become before your rehab is completed.  You’re stuck seeing a great deal of me for the next several months…house calls for the most part.”

“You’ll get kicked out of the doctor’s union for that.”

“Maybe, but I’ll risk it.”

Chet asked what Dave had thought to ask but decided against it, “What’s the J.P. stand for?”

Dr. Pulaski smiled, “Jasper Percy—I only tell real good friends that.”

Chet tried to nod, felt a shooting pain, causing him to decide nodding was something he’d not try again soon.  He said, “Can understand the J.P., Jeep.”

“Yeah, well.  Okay, now for a little experiment.  Please move the little finger on your right hand for me.”

Chet tried to move the digit, without success.  Dr. Pulaski urged him to try again.  On the second try, the tip of the finger quivered.  Hiding his excitement, Dr. Pulaski asked him to try the next finger, then the next.  When all four fingers had moved to some degree, the thumb was tried.  When it moved also, Dr. Pulaski let out a long, audible sigh.  “We may have succeeded.  But, that’s all for now.  After you have a few minutes with your family, you go ahead and get some rest.  After I catch a catnap, I’ll come back.  We can go into detail about what’s in front of you then.  Dave, after everyone gets some time with Chet, try to hold it down to one or two folks in here at once, so he can get some rest.”

“Right—thanks, Jeep.”

On his way out of the room, Dr. Pulaski told the others to go on back in.  Then they chatted for a while, until Chet yawned.  They all got the hint.  As they left, Dave kissed his father on the cheek.  “See you in a bit, Dad.”

“Don’t hurry.”

 

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How 'bout Both, Book #3 of the Bader Trilogy - Two more terrorists bite the dust.

Today’s excerpt is from How ‘bout Both, Book #3 of the Bader Trilogy.  Two terrorists killed, but Elmer puts out an altered version of the shooting.  Enjoy and have a fantastic day. 

m.j.

 

The turkeys weren’t the only things deceased.  As Elmer was about to find out, a LAPD patrol unit spotted Lashkar Malik’s car.  They knew there was a want on it—one carrying an advisory the occupants might be terrorists.  The two officers used good sense.  They called in the fact they were behind the wanted car.  Raymond Clayton was just getting ready to go off duty when the call came in.  He organized the requested back up brilliantly.  Two blocks later, the intersection was blocked off with three more patrol cars, as two more came up behind the unit that had called in the information the wanted car had been found.  The original unit was told to hit their lights and siren.  When they did, the other five cars were told to hit their lights, also.  The two would-be terrorists in the car didn’t know exactly what to do, but decided they weren’t going to go down without a fight, so the driver stopped the car.  He got out as his companion got out the other side.

Knowing what had happened to their comrades in a similar situation, the officers in the original unit to spot the terrorists, came out of their suddenly stopped patrol car, with weapons at the ready.  It was a good thing they did.  The two terrorists were armed, ready to start a fire-fight, right on the streets of Los Angeles.  They never got the chance.  The other two patrol cars had also stopped.  All six uniformed officers cut loose at once.  The two terrorists died without ever firing a shot.  Better yet, no bystanders were injured in the hail of bullets…most of which hit their targets. 

Raymond arrived just as the last shot had been fired so took control of the situation.  After giving his preliminary orders, he called Elmer, knowing Elmer’s cell phone number, as it was one he kept in his own cell phone.  When Elmer saw who was calling, he answered, “Hi, Ray.  What’ve you got?”

“Two dead terrorists.  The car you guys put out the APB on was spotted.  We surrounded it.  The bad guys got out, armed, and ready to fight.  Our guys never gave them the chance to get off even a shot…thankfully.”

“Hot damn.  Get me identification, then call back.  I’ve got to call Homer Spradling, over at FBI.”

“Got it.  You want me to call in the brass?”

“Yeah, see ya.  Thanks…good work.  Wait…where?”

Raymond told him, then Elmer ended the call.  He didn’t even take time to tell the others what was going on as he called Homer.  “Got two guys in Malik’s car…uniforms killed them.  Don’t know who they are.  I’m way in the hell out at Red Grassi’s ranch.  You mind checking out who they are?”

“Hell, no…where.”

Elmer told him, then said he’d get back to him as time allowed.  Next, he called Helen Bledsoe.  She answered, “If you’re calling about the shooting, I’m on my way with a sound truck.”

Elmer laughed. “Okay…may want you to fudge the report a bit.  Hope you get there first.  The dead guys are connected with Simmons—don’t want that put out yet.  Want it to look like a routine traffic stop gone haywire.  Don’t want Simmons to know we were looking for the car.  I’ll explain later.  Gotta go for now.”

“Thanks for the trust.  It was a routine traffic stop…got it.  See ya.”

That call ended, Elmer called Raymond, who answered, “Just got off the horn with the Chief.  He’s sending the Chief of Detectives.  Said something about keeping it under our hat, about our officers were looking for the car.”

“Sharp cookie, our Chief…exactly what I’m calling about.  Wonder how he knew we were looking for the car in connection with the Simmons case?  Oh, well—on this deal, I’ve filled Helen Bledsoe in.  Told her that we’d appreciate her reporting the shooting was a result of a routine traffic stop gone wrong.  Talk to her, feed her what you have—she knows what to report.  All other news outlets get a vanilla version of the same story…that it appears to be a routine traffic stop.  We know the guys in the car—now dead—are connected with Simmons.  We’re laying a trap for Simmons at the funerals Friday, so don’t want him scared off, wondering how we knew the guys in the car were connected to him.”

“Got it.  Want me to have our esteemed Chief of Detectives call you when he gets here?”

“If I don’t get through to Gordo in the meantime, yeah.  See you.”

“Right…so long.” 

Next, Elmer called Gordon Bergmann.  He gave him the same story to be passed on to the media, and why.  Gordon was already thinking along the same lines.  When he told Elmer so, Elmer asked, “How come you and the Chief both know the details of what we wanted the car for?  I don’t mind—just curious how we managed to get the right information to the right people for a change—since dumb Elmer Bader totally forgot to inform you.”

Gordon laughed.  “You trained Alan well—he called me.  I called the Chief.  Reggie also called me with it…after Alan had.  Glad someone at my former command has a brain, since it seems the crackerjack detective of the department may be getting too old to think of everything.”

“Har, har, har.  Nice.  Thank you, sir.”

 

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