THE PUPPET MASTER, prequel to THE AMENDMENT KILLER, coming to a bookstore near you on January 8, 2019. I’m proud to say. You heard it here first.
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If you’ve read THE AMENDMENT KILLER, then (hopefully!) you remember, Tommy Thomas, the guy everyone counted on to fix things that needed fixing, to take care of the things no one else wanted to take care of. That strange man who only wanted to please “his” president, President Roger Tuttle. POTUS.
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As you’ll learn when you (hopefully!) soon read THE PUPPET MASTER, which took place earlier in Tuttle’s first term, Tuttle was no saint. Here’s a taste of what was on Thomas’ warped mind as THE PUPPET MASTER was playing out.
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I was with the U.S. Department of State. Supposedly. But of course that was not really what my job was. I paid my dues. Put in my time.
Did I ever. Year after year after stinking year.
Working in one corner of the globe after another. Quietly, loyally, patiently doing my real job. All those God forsaken, crappy shit holes. One after another. Never appreciated. Never a seat at the table. Not the real table.
And then I couldn’t believe my good fortune. Maybe my luck was finally changing. Maybe it had all been worth it.
I was finally back in the good ‘ol US of A. D.C. no less. I had finally scored a plum assignment, Director of Intelligence, or was it Director of Security, on the CRP, the Committee to Reelect the President. From the shit holes of the world to . . . the crapper. CRP. Crapper. Ha. Ha. Ha. You get it. Imagine that! I had finally made it.
Finally. A seat at the real table. My chance at last. It had all been worth it. From boarding school to . . . the board. Damn. I am good. Damn good. The chance . . . finally . . . to serve . . . my president. To show . . . Father. And Mother. Father and mother? What has this to do with them?
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