About the Book:
When former naval intelligence officer Jack Steele opens a letter from his aunt, he makes an immediate decision to head to Nome, Alaska. Although he hasn’t seen Marie in twenty years, he’s concerned when she tells him her husband, Uncle Jimmy, is in trouble. From the moment Jack picks up that envelope, he knows he’s about to enter a situation better left alone. But loyalty to family is stronger than a gut feeling. Jack, a private investigator with Connor, Steele & Harrison Private Investigation Agency lands in Nome and discovers that Lindberg Research Corporation has been using the people of that city as guinea pigs to perfect mind-control research. He has stumbled onto a massive conspiracy that has held hostage the noble people of Nome. The plot threatens America’s way of life, the life of the vice president of the United States, and Jack’s own survival. Alone and without his usual resources and special equipment, Jack is overmatched and is nearly killed before he can even scratch the surface of what’s really taking place in Nome. Jack must elude an ex-Special Forces Green Beret-a man who has sworn over his dead son to kill Jack-and work around local law enforcement and other mysterious forces in order to save the people of Nome and the vice president of the United States.
Read an Excerpt:
“I was caught between a rock and a hard place. I was still sitting down on the seat, my hands and legs bound, and my body felt like a high-speed train had run over me. I swallowed hard, knowing that my options for getting out of this one alive were becoming thinner by the minute. I never believed in giving up. As my trusted friend Andrew Connors said, however, “There are always possibilities.” There was a possibility that, when he said that, he was not tied down and sentenced to death. Everyone left the room, and I found myself alone. I looked to my right and then my left, and there was nothing I could use to get myself out of this one. I knew that I was in bad shape; my uncle was going to kill the vice president of the United States, and there was nothing I could do about it. I felt worthless and noticed that my shirt was wet with my own sweat. The fear I had wasn’t about my pitiful situation but more about the good intelligence information I had in my possession, which if something happened to me, would go with me to the grave. I had to do something; the clock was ticking, and I was the only one who knew Mr. Lindberg and Dr. Harjo’s plan. It was my duty to escape. I had to use every ounce of my mind and energy to stop this Machiavellian plan, but how? Think, Jack, think! I have to get out of here! I could not allow Mr. Lindberg’s plans to succeed; the thought of it consumed every inch of my mind and was driving me crazy.”