A cadre of government officials plotting to secure unimagined wealth and power; an innocent woman’s death, and a grieving journalist who soon finds himself a nation’s only hope to avert unimagined political catastrophe.
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I’m pleased to offer you another excerpt from my eBook entitled:
THE TRETIAK AGENDA
Jackson Lang finally arrived at Ambassador Agassi’s Chesapeake Bay-area residence well after nightfall. What the hell is Danko getting me involved in? he wondered repeatedly on the drive from Bowie.
This cannot be good! I hope this is the last thing he needs me for. I don’t need to get my ass arrested for breaking into some television big-shot’s house! Damn!
He turned onto an adjacent street, parked his vehicle in front of a line of four other cars, and waited. Ten minutes later a text message flashed with instructions. With a deep breath, Jackson exited his own car and made his way to Christa Delaney’s treasured, seventeen-year-old BMW. Lang gained entry and installed an eavesdropping device under the dashboard.
He then ran back to meet with Gregg Danko to deliver the receiver, hoping for an explanation. When the passenger made a move to leave, Danko’s right arm shot out. He grabbed the chubby man by the shoulder, digging his fingers into the fleshy tissue so fiercely that Aleksandr Makharov uttered a muffled scream.
“Move and I’ll gouge your eyes out! If we don’t get that information back, I want you close by.”
Danko’s penetrating dark brown eyes were frequently likened to those of a shark. Devoid of emotion, they served only one purpose: stark, relentless intimidation. Nearly paralyzed with fright, Makharov was no exception. The Russian diplomat had heard enough stories about Danko to know his only response was to say and do nothing. His fear was palpable.
“Get lost, Lang!”
“But … since you asked for me, I’m guessing—”
“Are you fucking deaf? Take off, NOW!”
The young recruit wasted no time in returning to his car. Lang stared back through the rear-view mirror as he drove away, troubled by a foreboding he could not shake. This is not good….
After turning a corner and now out of Danko’s line of sight, the twenty-seven-year-old electronics expert parked his car for a second time and then hid behind a row of shrubs he’d passed moments before. Christa’s BMW was no more than forty yards away.
Lang’s anxious wait lasted for more than an hour. The Delaney couple finally bid goodbye to their host. Danko, parked across the street and several car lengths away, left as soon as the Delaneys stepped outside. He was certain of the route the couple would take.
Lang raced back to his Honda, waited for the couple to pass in front of him, and then turned to follow. Spotting Danko’s massive Ford pickup several hundred yards ahead, he maintained a safe distance behind as they all made their way to Bowie.
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