Hundreds are killed in a string of unexplainable airline crashes, bringing the US to the brink of paralysis. And widowed Harvard lawyer and disgraced Department of Justice prosecutor Jack McManus is thrust into the most difficult case of his career.
With help from old friends and the CIA, he uncovers the vicious alliance of the Muslim Brotherhood, an Oligarch, and their Internet mastermind. After a worldwide hunt, he brings them to justice just as his children are placed in mortal danger aboard an airliner destined to be the next-to-last to crash.
Jack McManus was devastated by the death of his wife Mary in an Oakland drive-by shooting. But he had two children to raise and summoned strength he didn’t know he possessed. Then the families of those killed in the crashes, including his Uncle Joe, asked him to help, and he was given the chance to provide those families with the closure he never found.
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“…written in the first person, which allows an intimacy and a ‘you are there’ feel… readers are swept along in a plot that becomes tantalizingly intriguing as it poses twists and turns to challenge problem solvers familiar with the mystery and thriller genre.
An exceptional read.”
-D. Donovan, Midwest Book Review
Charles was born during an October blizzard, in a small town in southeast Kansas, in a hospital that no longer stands. That town is pretty much gone too. He worked on-air as a disc jockey and announcer in commercial radio when most kids were bagging groceries. He stayed with broadcasting through college and got a commercial pilot license along the way with the aim of being an airline pilot. But, in a turn of fate, Charles went to law school instead.
He always had an imagination, a sense into what makes people tick, or not tick, and intuition about how the world works, or not work. In high school he wrote poetry and short stories, not for classes, but just because he enjoyed telling stories. But, after 30 years as a California trial lawyer, he recalled the stories he wrote long ago and returned to pencil and paper.
Charles writes about people, good people, smart, high achievers, the salt of the earth and responsible, good providers, good neighbors, people you could shoot the bull with over a beer. But many of them carry a special gift hidden from others. Special knowledge. Special visions. Special talents. Under their skin they are different from the rest of us.
They carry their special gift quietly. Most don’t realize the extent of their gift until life goes off its tracks. In a circumstance where we might feel out of control, these people find strong footing. Where we might fear for our lives, these people have never felt more alive. Where we might die, these people live on.
Is this a gift born from their DNA? Or does it flow from a spiritual source? Or does it come from some unknown undiscovered wellspring somewhere out there. Or does it come from somewhere in here? We don’t know. They don’t either. Maybe someday we’ll find out. Or maybe we never will. But Charles will continue to try to unravel these mysteries that live under our skin.
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