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PREVIEW of Chapter 3 (Continued)


TERROR BLOODLINE Series Book 1


CROSSFIRE   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


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"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."


"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."


Read here the Preview of the CHAPTER THREE (Continued) from this Thriller,                                                          
                                               CROSSFIRE


CHAPTER THREE (Continued)

New Jersey 1962 – New York 2002 
Jonathan Bradley


     
     “Sir, I will take care of it.”  The security-guard slowed the Embassy vehicle to a stop by the side of the road behind three other cars – one of them, an old beaten-up Mercedes taxi. Meantime, the line of cars behind them was growing, some impatient drivers honking almost non-stop.

     Suddenly, the scene was disturbed by the sound of squealing tires, some distance behind them.  People were getting out of their cars to see what was going on.

    Their driver was already out of the car before Robert joined him.  Bradley,however, preferred to remain seated inside the car.  
    
    Armstrong noticed a black Toyota Land Cruiser disappearing round the bend in the road.  A few moments later he heard the sound of the police-car siren.   

Then, he turned towards the checkpoint to see that one of stationary vehicles was approaching, and then going past them as the car sped up in the direction of the Land Cruiser.

Robert returned to his seat in the Embassy’s unmarked car and said to Bradley, “I will have to report this to Richard,” as he brought out his cellphone from his coat-pocket, and punched in the direct number of his superior.  Richard Darwin was the Beirut Station Chief, who would be Bradley’s present boss.

“Mr. Darwin, we are in a situation here. Nothing adverse so far. We are held up at a temporary checkpoint along the Hafez al Assad road, a few meters before the Abbas el Moussawi roundabout.  Jonathan Bradley’s beside me.  All his documents are in order.  Georges has gone ahead with our papers to speak to the Lebanese Officer at the checkpoint. Alright…,” he paused to listen, “Alright, I will call you back as soon as we are on our way again.” 

    Robert put off the phone, and turned to Jon. “He was anxious to know if they are militants. “

    Bradley, who was looking through the windshield, said to Robert, “The driver is returning.” 

    They saw the first car ahead of them, moving past the barricade, as Georges got in, “They will let us pass ahead of the other cars after checking you two for identification.”

    “What is the fuss about, Georges?”

    “There were armed clashes last night in Tripoli between two neighborhood enemy factions, resulting in some death and injuries.  Their leaders are on the run; one of them is a suspected terrorist.”

Robert raised his eyebrow at the security-guard, “They told you all this, Georges?”

Georges gave him a sheepish smile, “No… I learned the gist of it from my friends, who I talked with during the night, after finishing work.”
 
The out-going Case Officer knew about the Lebanese men’s passion for rallying around their kin and friends when a lot of assorted information and gossip is passed along.

Driving past the two cars lined up in front of them, Georges stopped short of the barricade.
 
Two officers came and stood on each side of the car while one of them briefly glanced at the faces of the Americans sitting inside the car, comparing his observations versus their passport details and photos, and then handed back the documents to Georges, saying with a vestige of a smile, “OK.  You can go,” as he waved at one of the guards to open the barricade and let them pass.

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     Next:  CHAPTER FOUR - The LAST PART OF THE BOOK  
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