Michael Segedy's novel tells the story of Steve Collins, an expatriate American journalist living in Peru, who is investigating the death of a U.S. Senator who was allegedly killed by leftist-guerrillas. As he delves deeper into the story, Collins ventures into the jungles of Peru and becomes entangled in a web of schemes involving drug traffickers, guerrillas, diplomats, anti-terrorism operatives, and others who threaten to kill his story and perhaps, ultimately, him. Here is a seductive expatriate's tale, brimming with intrigue, politics, and humor. -- Jake Halpern, author of Fame Junkies and commentator for NPR's All Things Considered.Genre: FICTION / Thrillers / Political
Steady sales but I believe it could flourish in an overseas market. A new audiobook version has just been released. You can hear a sample at: https://michaelsegedybooks.com/?page_id=69
Jennifer turned her head toward Steve and spoke loudly over the whiny gears and the noisy engine. Tiny beads of sweat dotted her brow under the bill of her Orioles cap.
“While I was waiting for you in the lobby, the colonel stopped by the hotel. He explained that he’d come along to the hotel with our military escorts because he needed to give them some last minute instructions.”
“I’m sure he did,” Steve said incredulously. “And did Juan Luis have roses with him too.”
“In a beautiful vase. But if you’re not interested, then...”
“No, go on.”
“He said the senator’s remains would be flown to Lima this afternoon, and that there wasn’t much left of the plane because of the explosion and fire.”
“There were three other bodies in the plane, right?”
“Correct. The pilot, a Peruvian colonel, and a US Air Force major. The major had gone along to help identify the eradicated coca fields. Sounds like he might have been a horticulturist. The Peruvian colonel was supposedly in charge of giving the senator a tour of the Upper Huallaga, as well as a detailed report on the government’s initiative to wipe out coca crops. I don’t know if you know this, but Senator Kursten was also the current head of a congressional committee investigating drug trafficking in Latin America.”
“Anything on the Shining Path?” Steve asked.
Before Jennifer could answer both of them were tossed a foot in the air when the jeep struck a large bump.
“Más despacio, por favor!” Steve yelled at the driver.
“Si, señor. Lo siento,” the young driver responded apologetically.
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