Perhaps Shayne Youngblood mistakes thriller readers for adrenalin junkies or death-wishers.
In Casa Blanca, Youngblood, now working for Abdel and his ruthless human trafficking gang, is guarding a dozen hopeful immigrants being smuggled into the city from Tangier. He claims that one woman escaped, but Abdel is increasingly suspicious.
Youngblood is tasked to find her and bring her back. The beautiful woman will not accept Youngblood’s word that she is destined for a brothel, increasing the danger to both herself and her benefactor as he treads ever thinning ice in his efforts to aid her escape. You do not cross Abdel and expect to live, and the chances are, you’ll be a long time dying…
Perhaps she is not only a beautiful, naive woman, but also a thread to the last vestige of conscience and humanity in a man who has become nearly as blackhearted as Abdel himself.
This novella could be padded into a full length novel, if the author so chose, giving readers a chance to lick their wounds from time to time, but that is not the author’s style. Keep the First Aid handy and 911 on speed-dial.
Here is where actions don’t speak louder than words; not when the words are 150-grain cupro-nickel jacketed lead…
Strap on your body armour, load your Glock, lock your doors, and read.