Confused by her rapid transition from REM sleep, she wasn’t entirely sure where she was or why she was there. Something about a whistle. Something about that was important. Her neck was stiff, one arm was asleep, and she was still wearing yesterday’s clothes. Commanding he...
Hanes arrived. Country and Western music drifted softly across the courthouse square, the lack of electrical power dampening the volume considerably. No one seemed to mind. The basement of a local church had provided a long row of tables, each in the process of being stack...
After the boaters had dropped the two bodies at her house, the throng of neighbors mulled about for almost an hour. If anyone had stepped back and evaluated the events of that afternoon, what transpired would have seemed out of place and surreal. Normally, when a resident ...
He could tell by the faint whiff of perfume that Cheyenne was already there. Moving to the small breakfast bar, he sighed with relief as he unholstered his weapon and spare magazines, depositing the tools of his trade on the counter. The gentle rustle of footsteps announ...
It took him a few moments to switch to a full fighting load. He attached his night vision onto his rifle, verified everything was secured, and jogged out into the night air. He could see Terri, Betty and the kids heading to the room as he left. Others had heard the shots, ...
Bishop was finally able to work out, although certainly not vigorously, and kept himself busy with reloading and running. He was jogging through the neighborhood when he noticed some neighbors packing up for what appeared to be a long vacation. Bish...
Not only had the man ordered his arrest, but now insisted on asking the same stupid questions over and over again. The interrogation technique was wasted on the academic. The windowless, isolated room, complete with the television cop show, two-way mirror along one wall, was designed to be boring...
His 4th Brigade Combat Team of the 10th Mountain Division was taking up defensive positions outside of Shreveport, Louisiana, and he wasn’t happy with the situation at all. Colonel Marcus was standing in the doorframe of the Humvee, trying to gain just a little more visibi...
Riding north toward Dallas, the two sisters couldn’t seem to stop smiling. Their father shared in the joy, his beaming grin and light-hearted banter adding to the festive atmosphere. The two girls had spent most of the night hiding from the army, utilizing the tips and tricks taught to all of the...
He had to admit, they were a rough-looking bunch, obviously cocky, and wholly capable of violence.The oldest noticed his employer’s presence and approached, “Good morning, Mr. Lewis. We’re about ready to shove off.”“Do you have everything you need?”“Yes, sir, and thank you, sir. The equipment and...
Accounting for the fact that horses were a common mode of transportation in the area, Nick didn’t believe that golf carts were. In the end, it had been the tire tracks than put the Alliance team onto the cabin’s lane. Motioning his men close, Nick took his flashlight and h...
Initially, federal spokesmen had attempted to blame the phenomenon on a random act of nature. That explanation was soon disputed, however. The funnel cloud had attracted the attention of a group of tornado hunters who were recording the entire event on high definition vi...
He’d carried a badge for so long, been in a position of authority for so many years. Now, here, he was just a regular guy – an average Joe. The fact that he was about to commit a series of crimes added to the peculiar sensations running through his mind. For the Nth time, ...
Edited by: E. T. Ivester D. Allen www.joenobodybooks.com This is a work of fiction. Characters and events are products of the author’s imagination, and no relationship to any living person is implied. The locations, facilities, and geographical references are set...
“Good morning, Mr. President.” “Now don’t you start.” Wayne handed his boss a steaming cup of coffee, complete with fresh milk bartered from a farmer down the road. “I kind of like the sound of it . . . Mr. President.” “I’m g...
After making sure his charge was well protected, he returned to the Big Top, working his way around the perimeter until his angle allowed for a clear view of Grim and Bishop’s table. The two strangers were talking, occasionally glancing around at the activities, the man th...
She was getting them out late, again, and wondered if Castro would punish her for being too soft on the little ones. She didn’t blame the kids for wanting to stay, couldn’t bring herself to snap and shout at them like the other teachers. They crave learning, she thought, t...
The bile rose in Gabe’s throat, a reaction born of both fear and of spying the man he loathed more than any other on earth. During the few months that followed laying his son to rest, he’d become consumed with making Jacob’s death count for some higher cause. And it had ...