Novenber Brought New Visitors From Indonesia and Thailand!

Good Morning! Visitors from Indonesia and Thailand were welcome new visitors to Book Readers Heaven last month! So happy to continue to have individuals from different countries visit. Thanks so much for the 8,376 stops on my two blogs!

The holidays are upon us, so here's wishing you and yours great times and good memories...I'm dreading the weather, cold and especially the snow. Have already lost days of posting due to weather. I think one post took four days to complete last month! But there's really nothing to do about it! Right?!!

I'm already backlogged into next year! I have stopped accepting new requests except from a few regulars so I can try to catch up... Remember if you haven't seen your review, I appreciate being reminded and try to fit it in quickly. There really is no way to do first-come, first serve anymore. As I mentioned earlier, I've turned to selection of books by length to try to get as many books a week as possible...Sorry, no blog tours for the rest of the year...

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Wednesday, December 17, 2014

End of Secrets by Ryan Quinn Added to Personal Favorites for 2014!

"Good morning, Kera. I'm Gabrielle di Palma."
"I know who you are, ma'am. It's an honor."
Kera had not seen the Directorate of Intelligence's deputy director this close before in person. Di Palma had collar-length blond-white hair that shot back from her forehead. Shallow tributaries of wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and mouth were visible in the low light coming through the tinted windows...
"Lionel tells me you've come up under him in CSAA," di Palma said, referring to the agency's Office of Collection Strategies and Analysis. Kera nodded and glanced quickly at Lionel...
I'm going to offer you a job, Kera. But before I do, I need you to agree to keep this conversation between us. Please sign and fingerprint this NDA after you've read it carefully."
Kera moved her eyes over every word of the agreement, but she was too distrated to absorb more than a quarter of them. Using a finger, she scrawled her signature on the touch screen and then pressed the flat tip of it to the print scanner at the bottom of the display.
"Thank you," di Palma said as she tucked away the tablet. As you know the new frontier in our field is all-source data mining. The problem we've run into at the agency is not our technology. We've got that, we're ahead of the curve, even. As a result, though, we're absolutely buried under mountains of signals intelligence data that is piling up in servers much faster than we can make any sense of it. It will take a decade to address these problems institutionally. And that makes us vulnerable. Ver much not ahead of the curve... I'll be direct. I've been clered to field an elite team for a black op, code named Hawk
to operate a more flexible and efficient cyberintelligence platform. I want you on that team...
"Hold on. I haven't given you the most difficult think you need to consider before making your decision. The mission of Hawk is to master information. to gather it at its source, to analyze it. and to act upon it at the precise time it is needed. The scope of this work may extend into areas many of our citizens and lawmakers would consider unacceptable. As a result, most of our missions will require us to operate completely off the books. That means we have to get all of the personnel for Hawk out of the agency. The team will be structured like a private contractor.
"Is that merely a technicality, or are you asking me to leave the agency?" Kera looked again to Lionel. There was no way he approved of this. She's only ever heard him curse agency people who defected to the private sector. His eyes urged her to keep listening. "Both. It's a technicality, but it has real consequences. If you're not comfortable with you, you're welcome to walk away...
~~~

End of Secrets
By Ryan Quinn

Let me be among the first to say this book should be turned into a movie! At this time, my top favorite television program is Person of Interest--there is much to correlate to that program within this book. The length and complexity, however, would have to go big screen to really make the impact that the book does! If you love books on the use and future use of computers, this is a must-read for you in my opinion.

Kera Mersal is at present a CIA agent. When she is approached for a new job that would take her out from under the government, she hesitates and looks to her boss and mentor who merely explains he needs her in the new organization. Although the book finished on a high, I'm also hoping that there will be at least one sequel. You'll understand why when you read it...

The words caught her eye by chance. Technically, this violated the spirit of the exercise, which called
for deliberate observations. Nevertheless, there they were--six words where she had never noticed them before. She'd just disembarked from the downtown N train, and the bottleneck in the stairway drew her
gaze upward over the hats and hair and bald heads toward the freedom of the sidewalk. The words
were made of small letters--the entire phrase sretched at most four feet--painted on the underside of a scaffold landing that shielded pedestrians from the persistent construction along Houston Street.
She cleared the bottleneck and climbed the stairs with her face tilted up, studying the phrase. The vandal's penmanship was plain, unlike the stylized tags graffiti artists threw up on walls and train cars and mailboxes across the city...

I can remember when I first started to work that everything typewriters and computers were IBM. Until the government declared that it had become a monopoly... Now, at this time, that seems to be the rule rather than the exception for large corporations....especially...

One... which was in the midst of acquiring any and every company that pertained to entertainment... 

Since everything was secret in the new Hawk company, Kera was identified as a journalist of Global Reports, which was essentially the front for the company. Thing was that Kera never wrote anything. She was put on the computer continuously looking for any type of intelligence from foreign sources...

Her immediate supervisor was the creator of Hawk! At first he was not willing to be bothered with her, but soon saw her value and came to depend on her...and more...at least on his part...

But one day a man contacted her about One--purely because he had read her article! First she had to pull it out and see what was said, then she contacted Gabrielle who was now called Gabby and told to go ahead and meet with Travis Bradley. She learned more about the fact that many high-level professionals in banking were moving to One. Then almost daily a different organization was bought up and merged under One.

Before she got more involved with what Bradley shared, they learned that a famous singer had disappeared! Then another, then an artist...

There are some really interesting subplots in the novel that complements the story, but also serve to tease readers as they try to figure out what is important in solving the multiple mysteries...

For instance, Kera is married to a man that seems to be questionable for her mate.  Indeed, her boss spotted him overseas with a woman and was angry on behalf of Kera. More significant is that Parker cannot get over the guilt and realized how much he loved Kera so actually appears to begin smothering her with questions about setting the date of the wedding, etc...

Then there is "It." He's an artist who is more than a graffiti artist since he makes large but very well done themed pieces and literally has pedestrians and traffic jammed up when he somehow places them without anybody seeing it! Nobody knows who the artist is, and the police just take the meaningful piece away...as junk!

Then there is Gnos.is. A private streaming of anything and everything without any type of charge to users...

The obsession over Gnos.is in the intelligence community took the form of panic. Many analysts concluded that the site was a front for a foreign, state-sponsored intelligence gathering program. Gnos.is didn't exist to make a profit, so their intentions must be hostile. Or so the argument went. Some of that paranoia found its way to Hawk, and Kera had briefly been assigned to a Gnos.is taskforce. Like everyone else, though, the Hawk hackers failed to locate the site's owners or to decode the algorithms that made Gnos.is work. But they also failed to come up with any evidence that Gnos.is was sponsored by a foreign state or that it was collecting the data of usersd and storing it for illegal or otherwise suspicious purposes...To Kera's knowledge, it remained the only case that Hawk had failed to deliver on...

But as more and more famous people disappeared, she and Jones were put on finding them... Kera immediately asked about the legal issue of investigating citizens, but that was pushed aside...Soon she was so involved and intrigued by what was happening, that she started taking to the street to investigate. A definite violation of protocol! I thought this was especially revealing as it showed that no matter how powerful were the computers, it still took intuition, gut-feelings, eyes-on work to begin to then use the computers to its full advantage!


That was five years earlier. Now Jalen West, the thin Detroit boy whose pop music career began at his best friend's funeral, was on top of the world...

Until he, too, had disappeared.
All entertainers signed by One...

And then she started meeting some of the people, who later disappeared...

And she and Jones were both under surveillance!

Given the age difference between the author and myself, I was thrilled to see that our cultural concerns were so in tune. I watched the finals of The Voice
last night. The philosophy of the Chair is so significant in choosing individuals purely based upon talent... But, then, as the process changes to a competition of popularity, I lose interest. Each of those individuals have been picked, but later the winner is chosen on much more than talent, one of which is whether the individual can go on to become a star that makes bunches of money. Wouldn't it be wonderful to be living in a world where all artists could be enjoyed, without putting a price tag on their ability to also make money?!


This book is Fabulous! Edgy! Remarkably in tune with today's America! It's Today's News! Don't miss it!


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About the Author
A native of Alaska, Ryan Quinn was an NCAA champion and an all-American skier while at the University of Utah. He worked for five years in New York’s book-publishing industry before moving to Los Angeles, where he writes and trains for marathons. Quinn’s first novel, The Fall, was a finalist in the 2013 International Book Awards. For more, please visit www.ryanquinnbooks.com.


Tuesday, December 16, 2014

The Demeter Code, Third in Series, by Russell Brooks, Best Yet! Check out Ridley Fox and Nita Parris!



Meet Ridley Fox!



“Watch where you’re going, dammit,” snapped the woman. Doctor Nita Parris had bumped the woman’s shoulder as she passed through the revolving door, rushing from the street into the hotel lobby. Parris turned halfway around, raising an open palm. “Sorry.” But she wasn’t. The woman had the audacity to blame her. She was the one texting on her mobile while walking, and in a crowded room on top of that. Her teenage self would’ve cussed her out rudely, or even slapped the phone out of her hand. Not the typical behavior of a woman with a PhD in biochemistry. She could hear her aunt being vexed and breaking out the Barbadian accent. “Why yuh gunnah stoop to she level for? You better than dat.” Those were the days when Parris was quick-tempered and got into a lot of fights—and won them. Even some of the boys didn’t dare trouble her. She’d proven repeatedly that she could stand her ground with them, and even out-sprint them. When she’d wound up in the headmaster’s office—which had been frequently—he’d always ranted on about how bright a future she had, considering that she was one of the school’s top students. He’d pointed out that with her aptitudes she ought to be setting an example. But that was the past. 
She wouldn’t stoop to the level of some self-absorbed socialite. Especially when her asset was eight floors above, fearing for his life. Despite having spent the last five years living in the DC area, she had never been inside any of its hotels—even for an op. To anyone else in the lobby who happened to notice her, she was probably just another twenty-something black woman... 
Observers would likely think that she was either a guest, there on business, or a lawyer meeting a client. Either one was fine by her. Parris scanned the lobby on her way to the elevators. Aside from catching the occasional whiff of perfume or aftershave, she spotted two Wall-Street types, laughing over a beer, through the doorway of the hotel restaurant. On the opposite side, two children were chasing each other around their suitcases while their parents addressed the receptionist...

Parris licked her fingertip and ran it across both eyebrows. “Dewan, you see me yet?”
“I got you.” Dewan Douglas—her newest tech support—answered through her earpiece. He would’ve hacked into the hotel’s closed-circuit television long before she arrived—playing big brother from his safe haven at Langley, Virginia. It helped, but it wasn’t perfect. There were always spots the CCTV was blind to, and a professional would’ve been smart enough to hang out in those areas to avoid being seen. Parris brushed a strand of hair from her jacket sleeve. “Gym fanatic at seven o’clock.” 
“I saw him,” Dewan replied. “He arrived there with some chick, who’s now on her way down from their suite. They’ve been guests for the past four days, so I wouldn’t worry about him.” 
She trusted that Dewan would’ve used face-recognition software, to locate and identify Gym Boy through the hotel’s CCTV archives, and cross-referenced it with the hotel’s guest list. She headed for the elevator, grabbing her cell phone from her belt clip to call her asset, Tim Weyland. “Timothy?”
“Who…who’s this?” “You know who it is. I’m on my way up.” 
“Are you armed? Because I know they’re going to be coming for me with some very big guns.” He spoke fast, so he must be scared shitless. 
“You’re going to have to calm down and let us worry about who may be coming after you.” Parris pressed the elevator button. One of the six doors opened but it was already going down. She did a quick once-over of the three people who walked out. Nothing suspicious. 
“How can you tell me to calm down?” Weyland still spoke at warp-speed. “You’re not the one they’re trying to kill.”
~~~

The Demeter Code

By Russell Brooks

When I read Brooks' first book, and checked out some of his pics on site, I decided that this author could play his own main character! Don't you think?! And who better to play his partner, Nita Parris, fellow Canadian and the beautiful boss of the Forensics Lab on Bones, one of my favorite TV shows!

I was hooked by the first book, but I have to say that The Demeter Code is even better. Brooks has spent a lot of time reading research and his novel reflects this, as well as the reference list and interview information in his acknowledgments section. The topic is, in many ways, scary--one of those concepts that readers immediately realize that this could really happen... The result, therefore, had a world-wide impact--thankfully only in fiction.

Ridley Fox is fun, dedicated, but strong-headed. He wants answers--now. Nita Parris works to keep a balance in the team, but doesn't always succeed. What she does do is watch Fox's back, even when he's doing something, well, stupid, even if there is a good solid reason to do it! 

Tim Weyland was an asset being questioned regarding the whereabouts of Umari, a former CIA informant who had turned. It was Nita who was working with him, but Weyland was not doing what he'd been told and before long, they were both fighting off men who were trying to kill him. Now he was under medical care, hurt in that battle, and unable to help in locating Umari. 

“You kept him alive,” Fox said. “That’s what counts.” If there was one thing Fox admired about Parris, it was her tenacity. Like a pit-bull, once she sunk her teeth into her target she never let go. But he accepted her frustration, keeping in mind that Umari was originally a CIA informant who had turned. Using the skills he’d gained from his training, he had masterminded the bombings of two American Embassies and a cruise ship. While searching for him, the Agency discovered that a local security firm that Weyland worked for—Bismarck Securities—was bankrolling Umari’s activities. Weyland’s job was to hack into networks of Bismarck’s clients in order to test the strengths and weaknesses of their systems. Parris not only recruited him but was also his handler. For the past three months, he’d fed them intel every two weeks.
~~~

Fox, in the meantime, was on a similar mission to try to meet with Alghafari, a Syrian arms dealer... Fox would be going in as David Conlon, a mercenary who Fox had to take out. And for which he got chewed out by his superiors--in their work, killers were potential assets! He was accepted by Alghafari, having been willing to do small jobs from time to time, which could mean just about anything. And the first thing he was asked to do was to deliver a package! Which turned out to have everybody chasing after it!


Alghafari slid his empty glass toward Fox and got up. “For identification purposes, you’ll introduce yourself as Thor’s Hammer. Once the delivery is made your fee will be wired to your account.”
In other words, Alghafari would pay him once he’d paid himself. They shook hands and Alghafari and his goons left.
~~~


I had to chuckle at Ridley Fox, alias David Conlon, and now was using the introduction Thor's Hammer! This is just a small sample of the underlying humor in the novel...


In the meantime, one of his line superiors, who was looking to run for a higher office, was out to get Fox out of her hair if she could. Not liking his attitude, but using the psychological assessment that had been made years ago when Fox's fiancee had been killed, as the basis upon which she demanded that he be watched closely...



But now, an entirely new issue came to light. company secrets had been stolen from a company, Sementem. Collins needed money for his family and didn't know what else to do until he'd been approached by a European man to get the information... But it didn't take much time for him to find what he'd done was...deadly...for when he got home he couldn't find his wife and then the lights went out. He'd called her number thinking that was the easiest way to find her...but it had a new ringer playing a different song.

Collins and his wife were killed... The $200,000 he'd been paid had no use now, even though it had been deposited into his account...

And soon autopsies started be done and the bodies were filled with internal holes... And at Camp Iron Eagle in Afghanistan, there had been 13 bodies with the same probably first, results... This became the highest priority...

But a young employee had been blamed. Sparky was her name and Fox had to find her and then took unauthorized action to protect her...and...more... I have to admit I was captured at the end of the book as Brooks mentioned that this novel has his first sex scene in it! So, of course, I had to give you a glimpse if you want to take it before you read the book...LOL There are also other video readings from the book available on the authors utube videos or his site...



“We did autopsies. The lining of their stomach cavities were in terrible shape. They were all porous. I mean, God, I’m talking about dozens of holes. I thought at first that they had been exposed to some new chemical weapon, but that theory was ruled out.” 
“What brought on the allergic reactions?”
“I’m…I’m not sure.” 
“Then tell me what you are sure about.”
 “I…I believe that it may have been something they ate.” Grafton swallowed. “There was a food inspector, or quality control expert—whatever you want to call her—that was snooping around. The head of the dining hall couldn’t stand her, and General Jeansonne thought that she was becoming a nuisance. Jesus, she was only doing her job. They set things up to make her get the blame.”
 “They what?”
“She was set up. It was all a cover-up by the army. She had a nickname. Sparky, I think. She saw all the problems and potential health hazards in the dining halls and in the kitchens. And she cleaned things up. I mean, really cleaned things up.”
~~~

Parris hung up and did a U-Turn, heading back down the road to SR-37. On the way she drove by a sign indicating that sweet corn was for sale. She didn’t think anything of it at first, but something at the back of her mind told her that she should buy some—not for eating, but for a testing comparison to the soil samples she’d collect later on.

“I’m…I’m fine for now,” Parris answered, pausing between words as though she was catching her breath. “I’m getting the hell out of here.” Fox glanced over at Sparks, who was staring back at him. 
She obviously sensed that something was wrong by the tone of his voice. “What happened?” 
“I must’ve rattled some cages down here,” said Parris as her breathing became more under control. “Because the men who just pulled me over weren’t State Troopers.”


Whew! This intriguing bio-terrorism thriller becomes horrifying, just because of the premise upon which the story is based... It definitely surpasses the first two, but that comes down to the research and hypothesis upon which it is based. The basic characters, including Dewan, their computer expert, are exciting to see in action and do keep readers happy in their work against the enemy, but, for me, the terror came when considering the "what if" reality of Brooks' latest! The story is provacative, fascinating and down-right scary... Sure glad Ridley and Nita are on the job! Highly recommended!


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Prior to becoming a writer, Russell Brooks considers himself fortunate that he had the opportunity to be an Indiana Hoosier Track Champion and Canadian Track Team member in both the 100 and 200 meters. It was during Brooks's travels across Canada, the United States, and Europe, that he came up with his story ideas and came up with outlines for his future thrillers which he would later writer.

His BS in Biology from Indiana University helped him to write his first spy thriller, Pandora's Succession,followed by the short story collection Unsavory Delicacies. The latest addition to the spy series is The Demeter Code. So far, it appears that this series is far from over. The standalone thriller, Chill Run, was released afterwards.

What makes Brooks's spy series unique is rather than focus on plots which strictly revolve around political matters—both domestic and international—Brooks is more creative by combining stories that are literally ripped from the headlines and weaving them with hardcore science and producing the most non-predictable plots imaginable. As a result, Brooks's works have been compared to those of a young Michael Crichton, Robert Ludlum, and even Dean Koontz.

Although his goal is to keep readers in suspense by writing edge-of-your seat and page-turning thrillers, he may occasionally dash off a short story, entertain viewers with dramatic readings, or play his violin.
Russell Brooks currently lives in Montreal, Quebec.
If you want to be kept up to date on Russell Brooks's activities—which include new releases, touring locations, speaking engagements and contests, please sign up to the mailinglist.

If you have any comments or suggestions, please email Russell at:
russellbrookswriter@gmail.com

Monday, December 15, 2014

Unsavory Delicacies by Russell Brooks Links First and Third Novels With Cool Back-fill Fun Info...

The nerd—who was American—finished off the last of his Crème Brûlée and stared at her like a drooling dog as though he’d never been on a date with a woman before. She knew that the right shade of eye-liner and glossy lipstick, paired with her black hair flowing onto a sexy red dress would’ve been a turn-on for him. Then again, based on the amount of dandruff that stood out on his worn burgundy-colored cardigan and his clip-on tie, Monique doubted that White had ventured beyond fast food restaurants. And he had a slight pot belly to show for it. For fun she flirted with him, even though he was way out of his league.
Old Montreal, Quebec “So what do you have for me?” Monique Beauvais said to Curtis White, speaking with a French-Canadian accent. He sat opposite her at the round table for two by the window in one of the most talked about gourmet restaurants in Old Montreal. She chose this spot for its romantic décor, impressive wine cellar, and its distinction of being in a building that dated back to the nineteenth century. Outside on Rue Saint Paul, a car or two crept by on its narrow cobblestone surface, followed by a horse-drawn cart—one of several that were popular among tourists—surrounded by buildings dating back as early as the 1600s. For that reason, Hollywood movie studios chose to film in this area when they wanted to mimic cities such as Paris, London, or Moscow.
“We already discussed this. I don’t want to take too much time,” White replied as the sound of screeching tires and a blasting car horn outside their window caught his attention. Monique glanced out the window in time to see someone pulling out of a tight parking spot and cutting off a taxi, whose driver still managed to miraculously hang onto his cell phone. White turned back towards her and straightened his thick glasses that sat crookedly on the bridge of his nose. “I don’t like the idea that we’re meeting out in the public like this. Everyone can see us.”
~~~

Unsavory Delicacies:
Revenge is Best Served...Unsavory

By Russell Brooks

Three short stories, quickly read, can still hold a punch--especially when Russell Brooks has written them. At least two of the stories carry through and give readers further background to bridge between Pandora's Succession and his latest The Demeter Code, which will be covered in my next article.

It is very clear that Ridley Fox will do anything and everything to defeat all those who were involved in killing his fiancee... He's gone uncover in Creme Brulee, as a man, Curtis White, who is selling secret documents  Monique works for the Arms of Are and she has a back-up sniper scheduled to take White out as soon as she pretends to send his payment electronically to his account. So, finished with their meal, she heads for the restroom, but instead goes out the door to head home...

Hearing a shot before she gets to her car...
But readers who have already read the first book, know that Ridley Fox may go down once in a while, but he always finishes what he starts... Monique finds that out in a surprising and very cool ending when she meets the man with whom she really had dinner...







Ok, first off, the next story, To the Last Bite, is a bit creepy... And I wasn't quite sure whether Ridley was actually one of the characters... he does have a need for revenge so readers will be able to figure out which man could be Ridley... LOL...

Dennis Kirby is a food critic--you know, a reviewer of the food at restaurants. Kirby was a long-time newspaper writer and was well-known and believed by his readers. In fact, a bad review often resulted in the restaurant closing...and most of Kirby reviews were bad...


But he had just finished an excellent meal at a new French restaurant and was thrilled to be able to write a good review in a very long time.



When the waiter took away his dessert plate, Kirby asked to speak to the owner. When the owner came, Kirby saw the beads of sweat on his foreheadglisten from the ceiling lights.
“I’m afraid to ask,” said the owner. “But how did you like your meal?”
“Words cannot describe how excellent the service was.  As for the meal…Priceless.” Kirby smirked as he watched the owner collapse in the chair opposite him, wiping his forehead with a handkerchief. The man fanned himself with his hand.
“Please excuse my shock and awe, sir. I…I…”
“Ought to be happy. I understand that the first international film festival will be coming to town next summer. Am I correct?”
The owner nodded. “Then I expect you’ll be seeing more famous celebrities dine in your restaurant in the months to come.” Kirby raised his wine glass. “To your continued success.”
“Merci,” said the proprietor...
~~~
“Anyhow,” Kirby said. “I just wanted to meet you in person and thank you for the excellent meal, Mister—”

"You can call me Oliver. Thanks. This means a lot coming from you.”
“You’re welcome. As you’ve probably noticed I had to unbuckle my belt. I simply had to enjoy every last bite.” He loved to quote the title of his column.“Which is much more than I can say about most restaurants I’ve critiqued.”
Oliver’s eyebrows widened. “Every last bite?”
“Every last bite,” Kirby repeated with a nod. “I’m embarrassed to ask you this, but what is the recipe? I mean, how did you prepare this meal? The veal and liver were… I cannot describe it.”
“Ah, I cannot tell you that, sir. I’m sure you understand.”
“Yes, yes. Of course. Chef’s secret recipe.”
“Precisely,” Oliver answered.
~~~



The Food Critic went back to his office to write his report before deadline, and also tried to call his girlfriend Stella to see if she wanted to join him for dinner. Finishing some odds and ends, he tried to reach Stella, but decided he'd have to go alone to dinner. A dinner which, in his opinion, was not worth eating... He left, dropping his napkin on top of the food... Guess that was a bad review coming up... 

But when he got home, not knowing what he was going to eat, he was pleased to  welcome the chef into his home. He explained that he was so glad that he'd enjoyed the meal at his restaurant that he fixed another special dinner for him... Kirby asked him to share, so the chef joined him in a glass of wine, enjoying the time he spent with the Critic...








St. Petersburg, Russia Ridley Fox and two other CIA operatives—all under the guise as government inspectors—drew stares from restaurant patrons on both sides of the aisle. Fox looked around among the crowd. He heard wine glasses clinking collectively followed by cheers in one area. Then there was applause for the band as they ended one of their renditions of an old Chuck Berry classic. But Fox didn’t see Maksim Antanov—the owner of the establishment and the son of St. Petersburg’s most powerful crime boss. He led his two colleagues towards the Maître D’raising a fat palm to Fox. 
“Please state your business.” He said in Russian. 
Fox recognized him as Efim Volsky, Maksim Antanov’s personal bodyguard who was clearly well versed at identifying people that had no intention of sitting down to eat. Fox already had the folded document in his hand. Being fluent in several languages, Fox answered him in Russian as he handed him the letter and flashed his fake inspector’s badge. “My name is Yuri Petrov, veterinary inspector for the Rosselkhoznadzor. We have a warrant to search the premises.” 
“For what?” Volsky snapped, snatching the paper from Fox and holding it close to his face to examine it. Fox realized that the bodyguard needed reading glasses. He just chose not to wear them in front of him in order to appear tough. 
But Fox knew that was all Volsky had going for him—the appearance. “Our department has reason to believe that meat was illegally purchased by this establishment,” said Fox.
 “Ridiculous! How dare you make such accusations…” 
“Sir, I strongly advise that you do not make a scene. I’m sure your patrons wouldn’t want to leave here and spread the news of our visit to the 
whole neighbourhood. Word of mouth can be the best and the worst publicity. Wouldn’t you agree?” Volsky grunted. “Wait here.” 
Fox watched Volsky storm away, catching the attention of the patrons, some who then stared back at Fox and his colleagues. Fox didn’t stare back at them; he just waited for Antanov to greet him. The restaurant, although a popular hangout for St. Petersburg’s elite—including criminals—was just a pastime for Antanov. His construction firm was the major front for his criminal activities.
~~~

Ridley was on an undercover case in Russia in Shashlyk and Morozhenoe,  where he planned to meet with Maksim Antanov, who was an important member of the Mob...But before he was through, he had found out way more information than he'd ever thoughts... Good thing, because he'd need it in the future!

Each of these stories were uniquely told with interesting characters who know how to find and use unsavory actions to get what they want. Even though there is a touch of horror, I had more fun than fear...LOL Enjoy and prepare yourself a little for the next book! Review coming...


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