TERROR BLOODLINE Series Book 1
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CROSSFIRE Book #1
Terror Bloodline Series
Featuring Ex-CIA Agent, Jon Bradley
By Paul Rodricks
International fast-paced Action #Thriller
# Suspense #Adventure
#Crime #Mystery
Reviews:
"A Contemporary Masterwork of Mystery, Thriller & Suspense!" The author has the ability to lure the reader into this dark and murky world - kicking and screaming if need be!"
"The novel is multidimensional. There are several plot elements working simultaneously that the author handles with skill. The murder of his friend and the personal relationship between Jon and his lady friend, a rape victim, add depth to the novel. The story shifts between the current investigation and his previous, very dangerous, actions in Lebanon as a CIA operative."
"The fact that it is the first of three books makes Crossfire all that more compelling plus it's a fun to read. Paul POV shifts from telling a story to the illusion of real time which creates a healthy tension throughout. One of the finer elements in the book that helps make it authentic is the authors knowledge of the geo areas where the story takes place."
Read here the Preview of the CHAPTER ONE (Continued) from this book, CROSSFIRE:
CHAPTER ONE
New York City - 2006
FBI Counterterrorism Division
Saturday - 2.30 AM
Despite efforts by the Jihadist’s cell to maintain extreme secrecy, it was not to be so.
It was not long before Bradley’s Counterterrorism operatives with the help of the informants and the NYPD soon discovered the existence of the Hezbollah's Jihadist cell in Yonkers.
Steven Turner, who had been working with Jonathan for a couple of years now in the N.Y.'s Counterterrorism unit, had suggested to the Director of FBI, through his superiors, that Jonathan Bradley be given the charge of this investigation.
Bradley had the
necessary expertise, having worked as a CIA Cover Agent in Beirut and the
middle-east region, thus being knowledgeable about the Hezbollah, Hamas and
other militant and Jihadist groups operating from Lebanon.
His first step was
to place those known and suspected sympathizers of Islamic causes, and the
Muslim clerics advocating fundamentalism, under electronic and visual
surveillance.
The NYPD and the
FBI informant agents were put under increased pressure even threatened with
imprisonment for whatever offenses they had committed or were accused of. They were to intensify their interaction with
the underground groups expounding radical political views, particularly among
the middle-eastern Arab communities.
Soon reports of
strong rumors began to filter in that a terror plot by Al Qaeda or an Islamic
extremist group was being planned for execution in the New York City. Reports
from other intelligence agencies had also picked up similar strands, although
no specific details of the plot or plots were available.
After weeks of
investigation and patient wait, there finally appeared a break.
FBI Special Agent,
William King, who handled a deep-cover informant living among the N.Y. City
Lebanese community reported on Youssef Hariri, a 21 year old, born in America,
and a college undergraduate.
Youssef was the son
of the landlord owning a block of suburban duplex houses in Yonkers, the inner
suburbs of the New York City.
He grew up loving
the freedom of the American lifestyle, developing a weakness for young blonde
women and patronizing the vibrant nightlife. His father, Ismael Hariri, was a
devout Muslim. His son, Youssef, was the diametrical opposite of him, and never
a candidate for radicalization.
Very soon,
Youssef’s inability to maintain his acquired colorful lifestyle which, besides
indulging in wanton sex and gambling, led him to become a victim of the FBI's
coerced recruitment program.
By then, Youssef
had become estranged from his father and lived away from him.
In short, the FBI's
deep cover man turned over Youssef to his Control, the Special Agent, William King,
and thus Youssef became the legal informant of the FBI.
Over the time,
Youssef began to spy on the activities of his Lebanese community in Yonkers, and
other areas of the N.Y. City, either directly or through sources developed, while he
continued to enjoy his self-indulgent lifestyle.
One Saturday
afternoon. Youssef was having his lunch at the Arabic restaurant frequented by his
mid-eastern fraternity.
He was joined at
the table by one his Lebanese friends, Ahmed, who was a neighbor of his father
in Yonkers.
During the course
of their conversation, Ahmed mentioned that his father had rented out a
detached house to a group of Arab men, who appeared to be visiting the New York
City.
This meant nothing
unusual to Youssef for people rented houses and left after a while. But, when Youssef’s friend said, “For people
on a visit to keep pretty much to themselves and stay indoors most of the time…
that appears odd to me.”
“How long have they
been staying there?” Youssef was wondering if there was something of interest
for him here.
“I’ve seen them
reside in the house for over a month now,” pausing to add, “Come to think of
it, I am meeting you here after quite a while too.”
His friend was
looking at him sheepishly, “What have you been up to, ya Youssef? You still live
with that American blonde woman, Rita or something, after the last one…? “
To be continued...