Michael's Original Sin (eBook)

Davd Soul (Autor)

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2020 | 1. Auflage
350 Seiten
Bookbaby (Verlag)
978-1-0983-4780-2 (ISBN)

Michael's Original Sin is the second novel in a trilogy of political conspiracy thrillers that centers on an untold back story to the attempted assassination of President Ronald Reagan. Come experience the ongoing journey of Michael Avalov to challenge an international drug cartel's aspirations to expand its world-wide trafficking operations. This time, the Chicago attorney goes to Washington to help the president's War on Drugs only to find he is reluctantly yet irrepressibly drawn into the cartel's most sinister plot yet to undermine American democracy ...

Michael's Original Sin is the second novel in a trilogy of political conspiracy thrillers that centers on an untold back story to the attempted Reagan assassination. Come experience the ongoing journey of Michael Avalov to challenge an international drug cartel's aspirations to expand its world-wide trafficking operations. This time, the Chicago attorney comes to Washington to help the president's War on Drugs only to find he is reluctantly yet irrepressibly drawn into the cartel's most sinister plot yet to undermine American democracy ... "e;Michael's Original Sin"e; picks up where "e;Michael's Cardinal Sin"e; left off, i.e., after Michael helped the Justice Department and Intel Community fight a murderous Chicago-based international drug trafficking cabal, which included Vatican insiders, as well as Turkish and Mexican kingpins. As in the trilogy's first story, Michael soon learns his involvement in foreign affairs and his new fate come at a price for others as well as himself. The first two "e;Degree"e; Trilogy novels will be followed of course by a third, i.e., "e;Michael's Mortal Sin"e; expected to be published in 2021. And, all three "e;Degree"e; novels are actually a "e;Prequel"e; to an earlier trilogy of political conspiracy thrillers centering on Michael Avalov's offspring, including Alex Avalov: One to the Nth Degree - The Code 17 Conspiracy; One to the 4th Degree - The Marian Conspiracy; and One to the 3rd Degree - The Shroud of Turin Conspiracy.

PROLOGUE--Dateline: Monday, March 30, 1981

MICHAEL AVALOV COULDN’T get his head around now living and working in the nation’s capital. Nor could the senior partner in the Chicago-based KATZ law firm get over how his feelings toward it had recently taken a nosedive.

For a Midwest transplant used to winter-like Springs, this pleasantly cool and cloudy March day should have been refreshing. Yet, even the sweet cherry blossom scent filling the air this early afternoon that he’d normally welcome seemed sour. Fuck me, Michael sighed without knowing why he had to silently curse. Fuck ‘em all, he thought.

Standing next to the war tested, yet younger CIA agent, James Scarsborough, 42-year-old Michael was surveying the Washington Hilton Hotel. He felt, yet would never admit, the weight of the world was upon him. Ronald Reagan, the new President of the United States of America, would be arriving soon. And, it seemed his role in protecting the threatened life of No. 40 was woefully inadequate. For now, it simply meant boxing out his turf NBA style like the former Marine Special Ops Officer he was, then, remain as inconspicuous as possible.

Positioned outside the hotel ballroom’s VIP entrance, Michael stifled a nervous yawn. Sleep deprived, his eyes felt heavy and were at times half closed. He was somewhat mesmerized by the gaggle of media reporters and photographers jostling, at times elbowing, one another for position. The several dozen excited pedestrians of all ages also strong-arming their way into the mix, many armed with umbrellas to fend off an on-off drizzle, would normally have been amusing. Not so funny now.

Michael tried to refocus by picking out the Secret Service contingency supposedly running the show. There was Jerry Parr and Tim McCarthy standing stiffly under the hotel entrance’s concrete canopy and before the stonewall on either side. He noticed nearby several plainclothes District officers as well as uniformed cops mingling about. And, Michael waved at Tom Delahanty, a veteran he knew from other official Washington events he’d attended. But, the area’s still not really secure, he decided. So. Where’s the FBI when you need ‘em? He could only watch the mounting confusion with concern, as those having been pushed to the fringes started to push back. Easy pickings for an assassin.

“Rawhide is arriving in ten.” Scarsborough said with his familiar confidence, even now looking his usual debonair self. “Ready to rock ‘n roll”?

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Michael replied. How can I not get super pumped, he wondered, at the thought of helping Scarsborough foil the plot that only we together had discovered and the FBI and Secret Service no longer take seriously: A foreign drug cartel’s attempt on the president’s life.

“Just remember,” Scarsborough reminded for the umpteenth time, “stick to our plan.”

Michael didn’t think another reply was necessary. Our plan is perfect.

At least, the plan was perfectly simple. Nab the disguised foreign-born killer before or after the president keynoted an AFL-CIO convention in the hotel’s main ballroom. With our own handpicked team of trusted CIA and DEA agents, the usual Secret Service protective bubble be damned. The elusive stalker would soon be in their sites, being stalked himself as it were. Even before the assassin made his move, he’d be caught weapon in hand. After interrogation and a fair trial, a lifetime jail sentence was a cinch. The international cartel that had hired him might even collapse like a house of cards.

Still, Michael again sighed, “Fuck me, fuck ‘em all.” No matter what the day brought, he knew that by tomorrow things between him and live in partner Maria will never be the same. After all Maria and I went through in Chicago. We stopped her cousin Raul, Mexico’s Ambassador to the U.S., and the Cordero family drug cartel he led. Some godfather he’s been to her. Some lover she’s been to me. First she betrayed me to Raul. Then, she saved my ass from him. How did that work again? I start a new life in DC and the Cordero clan is back in my life pulling the same crap.

“I’m fucked no matter what,” Michael spewed yet again.

“Huh?” Scarsborough asked. “Who you talkin’ to?”

With a shake of the head and wave of the hand, Michael continued to argue within himself. So, we couldn’t have stopped the cartel without Maria. Hell, Raul’s Vatican allies, Sorrento and Padua, were gonna kill my client. Chicago’s Cardinal, no less. And, why? ‘Cause he was turning on them and going state’s evidence. Was he or wasn’t he for years on the take? Maybe he still is. I may never know. All’s I know is Raul’s men tried to take out the Cardinal in Grant Park when the Pope visited Chicago. It’s already been two years since my best friend was murdered instead. But, now…now, Raul got Maria’s brother, Miguel, to target POTUS for pretty much the same reason, only this time, to stop his “War on Drugs”. Fuck me. Fuck ‘em all.

Scarsborough knew the “Bloody ‘79” memory was still cutting deep into his friend’s heart. He turned to Michael and scoffed in his usual blunt way: “After we bag Miguel, things can never be the same between Maria and you. But, this is no time for revenge. We stick to the plan. You’re still ok with that, right?”

Michael nodded, then, bit his lip until skin was broken and a trickle of blood could be tasted.

MIGUEL CORDERO CARESSED the Heckler & Koch P30L holstered under his fine woolen suit jacket. My bitch, he thought as if the weapon were a sexy feline. Fitted with a custom compensator, the firearm was the drug cartel’s weapon of choice when it came to assassinating its enemies, real or imagined. And, Murder, Inc. it was, as the body bags generated by sicarios like Miguel on both sides of the border piled up. Known as “Animal Salvaje,” Maria’s brother alone had been involved in more than 100 kills by the time he turned 21. He was said to never have looked a victim in the eye…or, cared if they had suffered at his hands.

The usually ragtag Miguel smiled. He loved being in disguise. Incommunicado was another weapon in his arsenal. The dark blue wool business suit and tie atop a white silk dress shirt today was an aficionado's touch. So was a newly minted full if light beard. Short and broad-chested, yet having slimmed down for the assignment, the hooded black eyes in his ruddy round face stayed fixed on the Connecticut Avenue sidewalk. Superstitious and once a wannabe Major League Baseball player, Miguel had let his natural athleticism avoid stepping on any crack that could have triggered bad luck. Proud as always of the trust placed in his skills as a psychopath gladly killing without mercy, he recalled how years earlier “El Compadre” and cousin Raul had personally trained him in the deadly arts.

Various memories rushed in. Especially when 16 and during the days he attended the family’s mountainous “training camp” in Mexico’s central highlands. He had relished the early morning marathon runs, grueling afternoon field exercises, and evening target practice. Here, the most violent martial arts and the arts of disguise, deception and camouflage were staple courses. Sniper proficiency and Inca scouting skills, too. The idea, Miguel knew, had been to turn him and the other students in the “class” of ten into rabid, conscienceless killing machines. “Stealth without mercy” was the watchword of every day.

One night Miguel was tasked with gaining entrance to the cartel’s compound as if a black masked Ninja and morphing within seconds into just another recruit who was positioned to cut Raul’s throat. He succeeded, if with a rubber blade. Another especially impressionable moment was the “machete exercise”, in which the students were ordered to dismember a fresh corpse. The first student vomited when Raul pointed to him and handed over his blade. Escorted roughly away by two co-instructors, all realized the demurring youngest would never be seen again. When Raul next passed the machete to Miguel, he surgically passed the test, some said with a sadistic glee. As hoped, the remaining students zestfully mimicked him. Like all graduates, Miguel, would be tattooed on his forearms with the cartel’s moniker, matching red and black horned lions. “You will proudly wear these,” Raul had told his charges, “until your inevitable death.”

Shaking off his revelry, Miguel smiled again as he picked up the pace of his walk in a northerly direction toward the Hilton. My death may be inevitable, but not today, he thought. Miguel took comfort instead in thinking he would be silently backed up by a team of militarily trained comrades who had been carefully embedded in the crowd waiting for the president.

Miguel’s own mission this day was to mingle amongst onlookers there and either kill President Reagan when he arrived or wait for him to finish his speech inside the ballroom. He was to shoot the President outside the hotel’s VIP doors as many times as possible, dropping the weapon before anyone had time to react. Miguel, just another man in a suit, would then calmly stroll a half block to where a white truck would be waiting for him, keys in the ignition.

Once having turned into the Hilton garden, Miguel heard a roar of applause and feared the president had already arrived. He headed for the crowd now gathering around the hotel’s VIP entrance. It’s only a Secret Service SUV. The advance guard. The presidential limousine will be coming...

Erscheint lt. Verlag	23.11.2020
Sprache	englisch
Themenwelt	Literatur ► Krimi / Thriller / Horror
ISBN-10	1-0983-4780-3 / 1098347803
ISBN-13	978-1-0983-4780-2 / 9781098347802

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