Spy Thriller
Date Published: 11-25-2019
Who can you trust when corruption and danger are a way of life?
The CIA never left Latin America, and is facing catastrophic blackmail at the hands of an erratic Guatemalan drug lord: the infamous patrón of Antigua – Pablo Puentes. Desperate for a swift solution, the agency calls in their black operative fixer: John Carpenter.
John is a cold-blooded professional ready for the job. But the mission doesn’t have a simple fix. Pablo has a disastrous kill switch in place.
John is still haunted by the mysterious death of his best friend who died on a far too similar mission, and now is uncertain about how much he can trust his handler or his sensual partner.
Back at the agency, tensions are running hot as the stench of corruption is growing to a boiling point. If things aren’t put to rights – and soon – the entire mission will go up in flames and take the CIA down with it.
Only John Carpenter can bring this drug lord to justice and get the answers he deserves.
Because this mission is personal…
If you like the relentless tension of Daniel Silva and the gritty reality of Lee Child then you’ll love this first book in the John Carpenter Trilogy!
Prologue
The gunshot slammed into Brian’s
chest with the force of a charging bull. It hadn’t been the first time he’d been
shot. But he’d also never taken a direct hit in the torso or lost any vitals
before. The slug threw him against the veranda door he had just snuck through,
smashing glass and raking his arms as he crumpled painfully onto his back.
He managed not to moan – he was a
professional even in the worst situations – but he couldn’t stop himself from
hyperventilating. He was in shock. He knew he was in shock. He tried to kick
it. Clear his mind, focus on the task at hand. He’d been shot. He needed to
eliminate the threat. He had to finish the mission.
The searing pain was beginning to
drip into his system now, a slow whine that overtook his adrenaline and as his
pain tolerance started to be overwhelmed, he wanted to cry out, desperate for
reprieve.
There was no one here to help him.
If a mission went wrong, if someone was captured or killed, there would be no
rescue. That’s how The Firm’s agent’s operated. That was how they kept the
United States government far away from any political fallout. And besides, they
never made mistakes.
Brian crawled painfully to cover,
feeling blood smear against shards of glass against the floor. He pressed a
hand to his chest, not bothering to look at how bad the wound was. He didn’t
need to look at it. He knew what that kind of bloodflow through his gloves
meant. He managed to pull himself next to a cabinet, leaning his back against
the wood and tried to calm his breath. His sigh turned into a cough. He raised
his other hand instinctively to cover his mouth and he found he hadn’t dropped
his gun when he’d fallen. He held the reliable Beretta in white knuckled
fingers that refused to let go, shaking from the effort of his training that
refused to abandon him against all odds.
He looked down at the glass. Some of
it had been decorated with a metal coating. He placed his gun in his lap and
retrieved a large piece, angling it to see where his attacker was hiding. It
was dark and his vision was beginning to blur. His thoughts began to wander.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
It was supposed to be a simple hit. Kill the head of an Antiguan drug cartel.
Snatch some information off a computer while he was at it. An upper level
operative had confided in him that something was wrong with this cartel.
Something about corruption. Something way above petty drug wars and trafficking
operations.
He had slipped past security. Gotten
into the estate. His target should have been here, caught unawares. A silent
chuckle escaped him. Had he gotten that rusty? He coughed up blood.
As if to answer his unspoken
questions, a figure emerged from the darkness. Brian watched it through the
mirrored glass, but it was getting increasingly difficult to concentrate. The
man was a large figure; imposing, he held a handgun and even as his
consciousness ebbed and flowed, Brian couldn’t help but admire what a
well-tailored suit he was wearing. He always tried to be an optimist. The man
continued to walk toward Brian’s hiding place, waving the handgun as he spoke.
His low voice pierced the darkness.
“Looks like my deal is better than
your deal, mamón. I almost feel bad.
But business is business.”
That was his target, no doubt about
it. Sandor Puentes. But Brian didn’t understand what the man was saying. He
couldn’t piece anything together. His mind was a fog. In his final moments,
bleeding out, desperately attempting to complete at least part of his mission,
Brian thought of his best friend John Carpenter, and the painstaking Spanish
lesson he’d received. He’d wanted to master at least one good swear word.
“Que
te folle un pez!” Brian cried, bursting from behind the cabinet and
preparing to unload his magazine into Sandor Puentes, brutal cartel boss of
Antigua, probably one of the largest sex traffickers in all of Latin America. I hope you get fucked by a fish!
All people deserved justice. Some
people’s justice was death.
Gunshots tore through the air like
vengeance.
About the Author
Collin Glavac is a Canadian born actor and writer who lives in the province of Ontario Canada. He has written, directed and acted in two original stage plays, In Real Life, and LoveSpell. He completed his Dramatic and Liberal Arts B.A. and M.A at Brock University.
Ghosts of Guatemala is his first novel.
Collin loves hearing from readers, so please don't hesitate to contact him by email at: collinglavac@gmail.com
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