Category: Thriller

Legal Thriller – Betrayal High

Legal Thriller – Betrayal High

A Zachary Blake Legal Thriller. Book 5

Legal Thriller

Release Date: August 1, 2020

Publisher: 8Grand Publications

 

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What does a kid do when it just won’t stop?

Kevin Burns has had enough. Today, the bullying stops. Today, he has easy
access to his father’s gun cabinet. Today, Kevin exacts his
revenge.

“You think I’m small? Maybe I am, but my gun is huge . . . Size
does matter—the larger the gun, the larger the . . .”

Jake Tracey’s phone buzzes. It’s a text from his brother,
Kenny.

Where are you?

English class.

Stay there. Someone has a gun. Lock the door.

Bloomfield, Michigan, an affluent Detroit area suburb, is home to trial
lawyer Zachary Blake. Other school districts envy Bloomfield, that is, until
Kevin Burns commits shocking, all too familiar, acts of senseless violence.
In the aftermath of the tragedy, everyone wonders ‘why?’.

Zack Blake seeks answers, justice for the victims, including his own
son.

How does a kid get a cache of weapons?

The sellers are politically powerful and cover up their role in the
bloodbath. The 2nd Amendment protects them, doesn’t it? And President
Ronald John, Zack’s old nemesis, is a friend.

Can powerful evildoers be brought to justice? Can Zack expose a dark web
weapons conspiracy and the abuse of absolute political power in court?

How does a broken community heal?

In Betrayal High, a Zachary Blake legal thriller, award-winning
author/attorney Mark M. Bello answers these questions and more in this fifth
installment of what many readers are calling the country’s best
courtroom drama series. Prepare to get Betrayed . . . again.

 

Other Books in the Zachary Blake Legal Thriller Series:

 

Betrayal of Faith

A Zachary Blake Legal Thriller, Book 1

ISBN: 978-1732447196

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Betrayal of Justice

A Zachary Blake Legal Thriller, Book 2

ISBN: 978-1732447189

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Betrayal in Blue

A Zachary Blake Legal Thriller, Book 3

ISBN: 978-1734548907

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Betrayal in Black

A Zachary Blake Legal Thriller, Book 4

ISBN: 978-1732447172

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About the Author

As an attorney and social justice advocate, author Mark M. Bello draws upon
over 40 years of courtroom experience in writing his Zachary Blake Legal
Thriller Series.

A Michigan native, Mark received his B.A. in English Literature from
Oakland University and his law degree from Thomas M. Cooley Law School.
After 40 + years in and around the law, Mark turned to writing to provide
readers with real-life snippets of how our criminal or civil justice systems
might handle various “ripped from the headlines” topics. Combining
his legal experience and passion for justice with a creative writing style,
Mark brings captivating and thought-provoking novels to his readers.

When Mark’s not writing legal and political novels, he writes and
posts about fairness and justice in the civil justice system on his website,
Legal Examiner and Injury Board. In his spare time, Mark enjoys traveling
and spending time with his family. Mark and his wife, Tobye, have four
children and 8 grandchildren.

Mark loves hearing from his readers! Drop him a line on the Contact page or
follow him on Facebook, Twitter, Goodreads, or Bookbub.

 

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Legal Thriller – Blood on Their Hands

Legal Thriller – Blood on Their Hands

Legal Thriller

Date Published:  May 2020

Publisher: TouchPoint Press

 

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LEGAL THRILLER – BLOOD ON THEIR HANDS

 

Bestselling author Bob Brink …

A racist attorney faces a crisis of conscience – and danger –
while reluctantly defending a Black man brutally beaten by police and
charged with resisting arrest.

Hiram Garbuncle is a veteran criminal defense attorney—as well as a
racist, miserly alcoholic. His life revolves around hoarding money,
following sports, pursuing sex, drinking—and the prideful practice of
law.

Alec Monceau is a black man working to support his daughter’s family
in Trinidad. It is 2008, and his car carries an Obama bumper sticker. This
political advertisement leads to a superfluous traffic stop and a brutal
beating by police.

It goes against Garbuncle’s grain to defend a black man from a charge
of violently resisting arrest, but he is so confident of winning that he is
negligent in the jury selection, and a mistrial occurs. He then discovers
incriminating evidence on the two cops, and his new challenge becomes how to
keep himself and his client alive pending a new trial.

 

 

 About the Author

Bob Brink is a journalist who worked with the Palm Beach Post, The
Associated Press in Chicago, Milwaukee Journal, Tampa Tribune, Joliet
Herald-News, and Palm Beach Media Group (magazines). His byline has been on
thousands of news stories, features, and entertainment reviews.

He has been a freelance writer for several years, and now is embarked on
writing novels. To promote his books, he has a website, with a blog on which
he addresses activities involving his books, other books, and three
passions: grammar, alternative health care, and socio-political issues. The
website address is: www.bobbrinkwriter.com.

His newest book, the legal thriller Blood on Their Hands, was published by
TouchPoint Press in May 2020. It followed Murder in Palm Beach: The Homicide
That Never Died, a roman a clef about a real, sensational 1976 murder that
made headlines for 15 years, and has advanced to the front pages again with
a new development in the case.

The initiating incident in Blood on Their Hands is the brutal police
beating of a Black man, and the theme of racial injustice and bigotry runs
throughout.

Brink has won numerous writing accolades and several awards, including
three for Palm Beach Illustrated, which won the Best Written Magazine award
from the Florida Magazine Association after he became copy chief and
writer.

Besides dabbling in short-story writing over the years, Brink immersed
himself in learning to play the clarinet and tenor saxophone. He performed
many years with an estimable, 65-piece community symphonic band, and played
a few professional big band gigs. He relegated music to the back seat after
embarking on writing novels.

A product of Michigan and Iowa, Brink has a bachelor’s degree in
English and German from Drake University in Des Moines and completed
graduate journalism studies at the University of Iowa.

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Mystery / Thriller – Guilty Until Proven Innocent

Mystery / Thriller – Guilty Until Proven Innocent

 

Mystery/Thriller
Date Published: July 17, 2020
Publisher: Blue Fortune Enterprises LLC, Cactus Mystery Press
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When Sherry and Beth discover what their boyfriends have been up to, they want in on the action. Working as vigilantes and providing justice for wrongs committed is a noble thing to do, but the women decide the stakes need to change.
Once again, the conflict is personal.
This follow-up to Roundabout Revenge follows former Professor Phil Philemon as he and his friends continue to seek elusive justice for victims who may not have been able to speak for themselves. Lurking in chat rooms, the group finds a large number of women who have been sexually harassed on the job. Sexually harassed in horrible ways. Harassed until their jobs, their reputations, and their sanity is on the line. And what they find is that the story of he said-she said is not always one that ends well.
But not everything goes as planned, and soon the four friends need to come to terms with a larger reality, including a crime of arson and an FBI investigation.
 
About the Author
 

Robert Archibald was born in New Jersey and grew up in Oklahoma and Arizona. After receiving a BA from the University of Arizona, he was drafted and served in Viet Nam. He then earned a M.S. and Ph.D in economics from Purdue University. Bob had a 41-year career at the College of William & Mary. While he had several stints as an administrator, department chair, director of the public policy program, and interim dean of the faculty, Bob was always proud to be promoted back to the faculty. He lives with his wife of 47 years, Nancy, in Williamsburg, Virginia.
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Dead Still: A Medical Thriller

Dead Still: A Medical Thriller

Dead Still: A Medical Thriller
By Barbara Ebel
The Clock Is Ticking, Patients Are Dying

Finally liberated from the two-year confinement of lecture halls and gross anatomy, Annabel Tilson is a medical student working in her first clinical rotation. She has high hopes of mastering the basics of patient care like her famous neurosurgeon father. However, she soon realizes that studying for exams and taking care of patients is only part of the complex burden of her role as a surgical team member.

It’s A Mystery Wrapped In An Enigma

Grappling with a third-year resident who hates her and a dreamy infatuation for her chief resident, Annabel discovers that patients are dying within twenty-four hours of their procedures without apparent surgical complications. A resident from another specialty notices the same troubling pattern. With his help, Annabel takes a crash course in pharmacology.

This is Book One in the medical and personal adventures of Dr. Annabel Tilson.

Free on Amazon July 16th & 17th

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About the Author
Barbara Ebel is an award-winning and USA Today Bestselling Author who sprinkles credible medicine into the background of her medical suspense novels. Since she is a physician and specialized in Anesthesiology, her operating room scenes shine. However, her vivid characters and plots take center stage.

She has penned a stand-alone medical novel, two medical suspense series, is working on a third, and has written and illustrated five children’s books about her therapy dog.

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Thriller – Beauty is the Beast

Thriller – Beauty is the Beast

Thriller/Action/Adventure

Date Published: July 15

Publisher: Acorn Publishing

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It’s 1985. Lady Laura Lacy of Britewood is beautiful and graceful, a
celebrity in her own right. She is cousin to Her Majesty The Queen, and her
father is the well-respected Earl of Britewood, honorary commander of the
Army’s elite reserve special forces unit. Laura seemingly has it all.
She should be happy.

However, due to unspeakable acts committed against her as a child,
she’s developed a blood lust for revenge. Secretly trained by her
father’s regiment in the arts of war, Laura begins to target men who
prey on the innocent and helpless. As her skills sharpen, Laura becomes a
formidable force against evil.

That’s when she uncovers a transatlantic child trafficking ring led
by an elite group within British society. With the help of commanding
officer and police inspector Billy Smythe, her mysterious family attorney
Arthur Mosely, and an unorthodox group of American allies, Laura sets out on
a vengeance-fueled quest to stop them. She is determined to save as many
innocents as she can.

It’s a mission that will put her very life and sanity at stake,
making her question everything she’s ever believed in. But to make
things right, Beauty must become the Beast.

 

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Chapter 1

Friday, November 22, 1985

Leeds Central Train Station

 

It was late in the afternoon, four-zero-eight to be exact. Leeds Central
Train Station was a hub of activity. Commuters rushed on and off carriages,
shoving others in the process. Loudspeakers chimed and calmly announced
arrival and departure times. The odour of fumes, the chugging of
engines—a cacophony of sounds and smells crowded the senses. The
excitement of the weekend filled the air.

She carefully stepped off the train onto the platform. She wasn’t
used to the cheap, shiny, black, knee-high boots she’d chosen for the
evening. She hurried with the crowd to the exit of the station, tugging on
her clothes as she walked. Nothing she wore was comfortable. Her black
fishnet stockings chafed the skin behind her knees, and her tight
black-leather miniskirt prevented her legs from walking with her regular
stride.

The sun was about to set, and as she stepped outside into the frigid air,
she realized that the white, torn T-shirt—covered by the blue
Levi’s denim jacket she was wearing—was a poor choice. Her only
saving grace from the cold was the heavy blonde wig that she’d
purchased, like everything else she was wearing, from everyone’s
favourite thrift shop, Oxfam. She pulled her jacket closed and held it
together with her right hand, as she slung the grotesque, pink worn handbag
over her left shoulder. She rolled her shoulders forwards and shivered,
pulled the large, circular sunglasses from her face, and stuffed them into
her bag. Hopefully no one would recognize her; after all, she was famous for
her thick, dark eyebrows and exquisite, sapphire eyes. She hoped that the
heavy purple eye shadow and exaggerated pink blush would do the trick.

She rushed to the nearest taxi and slammed the door as she slid into the
back seat. “Drop me at the Northern School of Contemporary Dance,
love,” she said, hoping her thick Yorkshire accent would be accepted
as legitimate.

“Not a chance, darling,” the driver replied, shaking his head
slowly as he looked back at her. She held out a crisp twenty-pound note. He
snatched it from her without a second thought. “It’s your
funeral, love!” he said.

 

 About the Author

Domnic “DJames” McGee was born in Leeds, West Yorkshire. A
sickly child, he was raised in a council estate to a single mother. At
school, he was a poor student and failed dismally.

He developed a passion for martial arts, so in his teens, he moved to
Ireland where he trained full-time while working in menial jobs to
survive.

A chance encounter then gave him the opportunity to work as an Executive
Protection Agent for some of the most influential figures in European
society.

He came to the US in 2001 to further his studies of martial arts. He
decided to stay and earned his citizenship by serving in an Army infantry
unit and later with a reserve Military Police unit.

He currently lives in Huntington Beach, where he works as an Executive
Protection Agent and trains and writes as much as he can.

 

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True Crime – Blood Money

True Crime – Blood Money

True Crime/Thriller

Date to be Published: 10/13/20

Publisher: Acorn Publishing

 

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BLOOD MONEY is the true legal thriller of a terrifying David vs. Goliath
fight against massive healthcare fraud by a brave Whistleblower.  It
includes attempted murder, extortion, money-laundering, fraudsters hiding
money in the Cayman Islands, gold buried in a storage container in a
CEO’s backyard, an Assistant Attorney General sabotaging her
state’s case, and a corrupt Governor torpedoing litigation by his own
Attorney General.  From Silicon Valley to the Sunshine State, in a
showdown that reads like a Hollywood movie, Chris Riedel survives to share
it all. His actions have resulted in more than $550 million in settlements
and a court verdict… and counting.

 

About the Author

CHRIS RIEDEL is a Silicon Valley entrepreneur who has founded five
healthcare companies and served as the Chairman and CEO of all.  Chris
achieved the Silicon Valley dream when he took his third company public in
1991.  A few months later, it was ranked by Business Week as the 40th
best small company in America.  Soon after founding a fourth company,
his battle against healthcare fraud began.  In 2011, he received the
Taxpayers Against Fraud Whistleblower of the Year award.

 

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Thriller – The Ultra Betrayal

Thriller – The Ultra Betrayal

A Conor Thorn Novel, Book Two

Thriller, Historical Thriller, Military Thriller

Released: June 9, 2020

Publisher: TMR Press

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One man’s dark deal with the Nazis could bring the Allies to their
knees..

Autumn, 1942. Rule breaker OSS Agent Conor Thorn is assigned a mission to
help the Allied war effort when a key Swedish cryptographer stationed in
England goes missing. Thorn is determined to find him before critical
information falls into enemy hands, but when his MI6 colleague vanishes
trailing the code-breaker to Stockholm, Thorn is plunged yet again into a
sinister Nazi conspiracy.

Can Thorn stop prized secrets from triggering more wartime carnage?

 

The Ultra Betrayal is the second novel in the thrilling Conor Thorn spy
series. If you like harrowing historical drama, riveting espionage, and
fast-paced action, then you’ll love Glenn Dyer’s well-researched WW II
adventure.

 

 

Other Books in the Conor Thorn Thriller Series:

 

The Torch Betrayal

A Conor Thorn Novel, Book One

Publisher: TMR Press

Released: January 2018

 

A disgraced agent. A missing battle plan. Will he find redemption or damage
the Allies beyond repair?

London, 1942. OSS Agent Conor Thorn is desperate for a second chance. After
a botched mission in Tangier, Thorn knows failure is not an option. When
confidential directives for Operation Torch, the invasion of North Africa,
go missing, the agent must recover the plans before the Nazis thwart the
crucial mission.

Thorn teams up with MI6 agent Emily Bright to seek out the traitor in their
midst. Untangling the web of suspects leads them to Nazi sympathizers,
double-crossing Soviet spies, and Vatican clergymen with motives of their
own. As their mission grows more and more dangerous, Thorn and Bright have
one chance to retrieve the document before it falls into enemy hands,
leaving countless Allied troops in danger.

 

The Torch Betrayal is a high-stakes WWII thriller inspired by true
events.

 

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CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO

 

1915 Hours, Friday, October 30, 1942

Lysekil Harbor, Lysekil, Sweden

 

Conor and Emily shared a wooden crate in the back of the truck. Eve and
Gunnar did the same. They had been on the road for ten minutes when the
truck made a right turn and pulled to a stop. Conor pushed the rear canvas
flap aside and saw that they had arrived at a gas station. Bobby came to the
back of the truck.

“The driver said that he has to fill up for his deliveries tomorrow
morning. That’s his routine. It won’t take long.”

“Long enough for a phone call?”

“I guess.”

Conor hopped down and headed inside the station’s office. There
wasn’t anyone inside, so he laid a few krona on the desk, dialed the
Grand Hotel, and asked for Gus Karlson.

“Are you there yet?” Karlson asked.

“Close. Maybe another fifteen, twenty minutes. Any fallout from our
fishing trip?”

“Quite a lot. Tolberg visited us. The C Bureau is pretty grumpy. The
body count at the Andersson house was out of hand, as far as they’re
concerned. They say that quite a few people from all three legations are
going to be sent home. I might be one of them.”

“Wait, you said three legations?”

“There were three dead Russians at the house, along with one
German.”

“How did the Russians get involved?”

“They have eyes and ears everywhere, Conor.”

A man in a grease-smeared coverall walked into the office through a rear
door. He held his hands up as if to say, What the hell?

Conor pointed at the coins on the desk.

The man shrugged and sat down.

“Could they have been a competing buyer for Lind’s
intelligence?” Conor believed that, once the war was over, the shotgun
marriage that was the relationship between the Americans, Brits, and Soviets
wouldn’t last long.

“Wouldn’t put it past them.”

“Any sign of Eklof or Stuben?”

“Actually, they have been noticeably absent of late.”

“That’s not necessarily good news.” Conor saw Bobby
waving at him from the cab of the truck. “Gotta get going, Gus. Keep
your head down.”

“I could say the same thing to you. By the way, you taking good care
of Ramsay’s Volvo?”

Conor dropped the phone in the cradle, gave the man a quick nod, and walked
out to the truck. Conor stepped up into the cab and sat next to Bobby. He
wanted to study the lay of the land as they made their approach to the
harbor area.

Less than fifteen minutes later, they were driving along a road that ran
beside a long wharf. The dockside was lit by a sparse number of
streetlights. Three fishing trawlers were tied up along the wharf, all of
their pilothouses lit up and their navigation lights on. Conor could see a
few men washing down the decks with hoses. The driver pulled into a dirt lot
adjacent to a long, three-story warehouse. At the near end was a sign for a
fishmonger, most likely the driver’s boss. Farther down the quay,
Conor could make out the shape of a motor gun boat tied up close to a single
railcar. According to the extraction plan, it was motor gun boat 622, the
Fairmile D. The Dog Boat. The same one that he and Donovan saw demonstrating
high-speed maneuvers in the Thames. All armaments were removed from sight,
and extra fuel was supposed to be on board. It was to fly the red ensign of
a merchantman, crewed by trawler men from Hull. The captain, a man called
Peter Scott, was former Royal Navy.

A sedan parked near the gun boat caught his attention. Conor couldn’t
make out who or how many people were inside, but he knew they were enjoying
cigarettes given the smoke drifting out the open windows.

The driver of the truck cut the engine, placed the keys in the visor, and
said something to Bobby.

“What’s up?” Conor asked.

“Our friend here is going home to his family. He says we can stay in
the truck as long as we like.”

Conor looked at his watch: 1934 hours. “Tell him we’ll be
moving on in a few minutes. And thank him for the ride.”

The driver jumped down from the cab and headed up a sloping road toward the
center of town.

“What now?” Bobby asked.

“Do you see that car parked down near the railcar and the gun
boat?”

“Yeah.”

“Not sure who they are, but the chances that they’re keeping an
eye on our transportation out of Sweden is good. The problem is, they
can’t see us board or we’ll never get out of here.”

“So do we wait them out?”

“No time for that.” Conor got out and went to the rear of the
truck.

Emily was sitting on the crate, gun held loosely in her lap. Eve and Gunnar
were dozing. Gunnar’s hands were still bound behind his back.

“Emily, I’m going to drive us down to the dock where the gun
boat is tied up. As soon as I stop, get moving and board.”

“Understood.” At that moment, Eve and Gunnar woke up.

“And for good measure, get the gag back in Gunnar’s
mouth.”

Conor walked around to the driver’s-side door, jumped up, started the
truck, and pulled out of the lot.

“You going to tell me what your plan is at any point?” Bobby
asked.

“Once I get rid of our visitors, we board the boat. Not
complicated.”

Bobby said something, but Conor couldn’t make it out over the sound
of the truck’s engine. He kept the truck in first gear as he set it on
a direct path to the rear of the sedan. The truck’s headlights
revealed two men turning around in their seats to watch the truck coming
toward them. Conor glanced over at the motor gun boat and saw someone in the
pilothouse, as well as a plume of dark exhaust spouting from the
boat’s stern.

Ten feet from the sedan, the passenger-side door opened, and he punched the
gas. The force of metal on metal closed the door. The truck picked up some
speed as it began to push the sedan toward the end of the wharf, but
progress slowed as it fought the braking power of the car. More gas and the
sedan and truck neared the end of the quay. The sedan balanced on the
wharf’s edge momentarily before tumbling into the harbor.

“Let’s go.”

Conor jumped out of the cab and rushed to the back of the truck. Emily was
on the ground, helping Eve jump down. Gunnar was right behind her. With the
truck engine silent, the throaty sound of the motor gun boat’s engines
filled the night. Conor was last to board.

“Get them below, Emily. Bobby, tell the captain that now would be a
good time to shove off. Those two guys might be good swimmers.”

Conor heard the car before he saw it, but the headlights quickly found him
on the aft section of the deck. The car skidded to a stop under a
streetlight. The driver got out, then the passenger. Eklof.

Conor reached for his Colt, but before he could raise it, Eklof fired off
two rounds. A deckhand on the foredeck tossed the last line into the water
and took cover behind the craft’s superstructure. As the gun boat
started to drift from the quay, Conor fired two rounds, shattering the
window of the door that Eklof was using as cover. The driver began firing as
well, rounds whizzing over Conor’s head. Bobby and Emily started
firing from the bridge, and soon the driver fell to the ground behind his
door.

As the gun boat pulled forward, Eklof sprinted toward the stern. Conor
pulled the trigger of his Colt, but the gun’s slide snapped back,
signaling an empty magazine. He dropped the gun on the deck as Eklof leaped
and landed on the aft deck, losing his balance due to the accelerating boat,
which, luckily, kept him from firing accurately. Before he could regain his
balance, Conor raced toward him. Jumping, he planted both feet into
Eklof’s chest. Eklof’s pistol flew into the air and landed in
the boat’s prop wash, while Conor landed on his back, knocking the air
from his lungs.

Eklof struggled to his feet, also gasping for air. He charged Conor, who
had barely gotten to his feet, and landed on him. Eklof wrapped his arms
around his chest, pinning Conor’s upper arms against his body. Eklof
landed one headbutt, then another. Conor’s vision blurred. He raised
his right arm and, before Eklof could launch another headbutt, grabbed the
man’s ear and ripped it from his head; blood gushed, covering
Conor’s hand, and Eklof let out a scream as he rolled off Conor and
grabbed the side of his head. Conor, his head pounding from the headbutts,
rolled on top of Eklof, grabbed his hair, and started pounding his head on
the deck.

“You. Don’t. Ever. Hit. A. Woman,” Conor screamed. Each
word was punctuated with Eklof’s head slamming into the deck. Blood
pooled under it, and his eye patch had come loose. The eye socket looked
like a dried peach pit.

Conor heard Eklof’s short, hoarse breaths, and he rolled off the man,
grabbed his legs, and dragged him toward the stern, letting his body slip
into the churning water with no fanfare, no emotion.

When Conor turned, he noticed a commotion on the port side of the
wheelhouse. Emily was bent over a body. He ran forward, the motor gun boat
picking up speed. When he reached Emily, he saw that she was tending to a
wounded man. Bobby Heugle.

 

About the Author

GLENN DYER is a former commercial television executive whose career spanned
thirty-seven years. That career took him to cities such as Salt Lake City,
Dallas, Washington, DC, and Denver. He returned to Park City, Utah in
retirement in 2013 and began writing full-time. He has long been captivated
by the events of World War II and couples this fascination with his passion
for historical thrillers with the publication of The Torch Betrayal and The
Ultra Betrayal, both books in the Conor Thorn Series. He and his wife Chris
have three children, all of whom live too far away. Visit his website at
www.glenndyer.net and follow him on Twitter @duffy_dyer and Instagram
@glennduffydyer.

 

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