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How do you get a nuke into the heart of the city? Maybe a dolphin can help. From Author John Waite, the tale of a police detective who matches wits with a mad scientist and terrorists intent on destroying America. When detective Hickory Logan joins Park Ranger Kevin Whitehead investigating the mysterious death of a dolphin she finds herself sucked into a far deeper whirlpool. Can she and Kevin stop the tide of terror that threatens to kill thousands or will they be fodder for a nuclear fireball?
A newspaper review described Tursiops thus: "The writing is, well, wonderful. Waite has a gift for dialogue and story-telling, and his plot is adventurous and perfectly paced. "
Read an excerpt...
A scrabbling behind him took Red’s attention from the house. He turned to see a young man wearing medic bars leaning over Jessie’s prone body. He watched as the medic fingered Jessie’s throat, looking for a pulse.
“Got it,” he muttered. “She’s alive. Gotta keep her that way.”
He reached into a small canvas bag and pulled out a red-lensed flashlight, a plastic bag and tubing. Squatting next to Jesse, he shoved her sleeve up her arm and inserted a needle into a vein.
He looked up at Red.
“Saline,” he said.
“You a doc?” Red asked.
“Close as you’re gonna get out here.”
“I’m going for a medevac,” he said and vanished into the darkness.
Red watched Jessie. She didn’t move. He couldn’t tell if she was breathing. But the medic had said she was alive.
“Well…fuck me,” she groaned.
“God damn. Jessie.” Red said.
“Red?” Her voice trembled. “Is that you? Am I dead?”
“Medic.” Red yelled. “Jessie, don’t move. Just don’t move. You’ve been hit. The medic says you’re alive and he went for a medevac.”
Headlights flipped on, and an engine cranked several vehicles back in the convoy. Other lights were coming on around him now, and he could see Jessie, her face masked by the blood-soaked bandanna stuffed into the bullet furrow.
“God, it hurts. How bad?” she asked, not moving.
“Jess, I don’t know. Just don’t move…please. The medic will be right back.”
“I screwed up, huh. Anybody else hurt?”
As if on cue, a jeep crunched to a halt at Jessie’s feet, and the young medic jumped out.
“Bird’s on its way,” he said as he knelt beside her.
Jessie grabbed his arm.
“Am I gonna die?”
The medic took her hand.
To Read an interesting interview with John Waite Click HERE.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Thousands of author John C Waite’s words flew past Alpha Centauri years ago, heading for the center of the galaxy, perhaps sparking an arthropod’s grin in route. Waite, a degreed journalist and retired Merchant Mariner has numerous writing and broadcasting awards to his credit, and millions of words in print and broadcast media. Originally from New Orleans he has called Panhandle Florida his home for fifty years, but still retains a taste for things Creole and Cajun. A recreational and professional sailor, his travels have covered the Caribbean, the Atlantic and Pacific coasts, portions of south and Central America, Canada, Hawaii, Ireland, Britain, and Europe. John resides in Pensacola, Florida. He is a father to four, and grandfather to four. His books are available on Amazon.
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