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Flight 182 crashes in San Diego, everyone aboard is killed, including Reza Roshtti, who is on his way to present the final plans for a top secret project to his employer, California Robotics. Giti Roshtti appears on a newscast after the doomed flight, Jaffar Hamid Harraj is smitten with the bereaved widow who lives across the globe in the United States.

When Jack Coward, an ex-marine turned private investigator, is hired to find out everything he can about this beautiful woman, Jack sets in motion circumstances that bring Giti and Jaffar together. Unfortunately for Giti, Jaffar Harraj has a deep, dark secret. Jaffar is not only a senior member of the Islamic Hamas Movement, but a psychotic killer.

Jaffar's aim is to use Giti's U.S. citizenship as a mechanism through which he can establish inroads into the United States, the Great Satan of the western world and land of the infidels. One of the missions of Islamic Hamas is to spread terror throughout the United States.

The United States newest lettered agency, NATA or National Anti-Terrorist Agency has some new recruits, Jack Coward and his life-long friend Don Ziegler. They team up with other members of NATA, including ex-Air Force Lieutenant Michelle Hough, to try and discover the plans of Jaffar and the Islamic Hamas, and how Giti is involved in the two.

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He felt bad for being judgmental. The odds were against him too, but here he was, alive and well and living in America. He could just as easily be nothing but bones in a jungle somewhere.

Jack noticed a familiar face approaching him from out of the crowd. “Mr. Hussan. How are you?”

“Very well my friend.”

Jack wasn’t sure how he felt about this sketchy guy calling him his ‘friend’—and it was hard to keep his prejudice about Arabs and their ties to terrorism in check—but he kept telling himself, the money’s good. Besides, it had been a simple assignment.

“What have you got for me,” Mr. Hussan asked. “Do you have the rest of my money?”

“Ah yes, right to the point. Here you go.” He handed Jack an envelope. Jack opened it and counted the bills inside.

All there, he thought to himself and then he handed over the large manila envelope full of photos and documentation on Giti Roshtti and her family.

“Thank you,” Hussan said. “It was good to see you at the funeral the other day. Clearly you have covered every base in your investigation.” He watched Jack’s face for some kind of reaction, though Jack wasn’t sure what he expected to see. He didn’t care. Jack was master of the poker-face. He gave the man nothing.

“It was good to see you as well,” he said—then he went fishing. “We got some good shots of the crowd. Your friend is a handsome man.” He wanted to see how this sat with Hussan and was rewarded when he saw a slight hint of surprise and … could that be fear?

“Ah, yes!” Mr. Hussan said hastily. Then he quickly rose from his seat. Jack knew he’d struck a nerve, though he didn’t understand what it was about. To Hussan, all he said was, “Keep me in mind if I can be of further service.”

“Of course,” Hussan responded, quickly shaking Jack’s hand before beating a hasty retreat.

It was as he had expected; there was more to this than met the eye.

Jack watched as Hussan made his way through the crowded casino and when there was a large enough gap between them so he could discreetly follow, he did. It was not difficult. The casino was full of people of every size and description, but he was easy to spot. He was not tall—several inches shy of six feet—but he was undeniably round; he probably tipped the scales at over three hundred pounds and a full beard made his face look as round as a soccer ball.

Jack’s pursuit did not last long. Hussan passed the gaming the tables and roulette wheels and headed straight into the Oasis Lounge. Jack watched from a discreet distance as Hussan sat down at a table, joining an Arab man who waited for him there. It was the man in the picture! Jack inched as close as he could. He didn’t want to miss this discussion.

Hussan slid the envelope across the table. “Here you are, Excellency,” Jack heard him say. “I hope you find it useful.”

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Ronald Fabick was inspired to start writing when an author told him, "If you can read a book, you can write a book". Within two weeks he had the first chapter of Turbulent Skies written.

Prior to becoming an author, Ron spent over thirty years as a Senior Structural draftsman. He uses this extensive engineering experience to add depth and reality to his stories. In his spare time, Ron enjoys crafting furniture in his workshop and tinkering on his vintage truck. Ron now resides on Vancouver Island in British Columbia.


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