My sincere appreciation to CFJC staff for the opportunity to discuss the second novel in the `J`Team Series.
All sales proceeds are donated to women`s centres. The YWCA and the Kamloops Sexual Assault Counselling Centre were the recipients of readers`generosity in 2017.
Excerpt from `30,000 Secrets`
Len Thiessen was blasting east out of StoneHead, Wyoming trying to maintain the speed limit, but anxious to put time and distance between him and StoneHead Ranch where he had wrangled for the last five years, albeit more as a mole for the Christians for a Better America, CFBA, than working cows.
Now Thiessen was burning pavement, furtively scanning the side mirrors every few seconds looking for any sign of a state trooper. With every mile, his heart rate slowed, and his shoulder muscles began to relax, knowing that the Secret Service wouldn’t be coming after him even if they knew he was the mole.
The Air Force gun ship found the pick-up maxing out the speed limit between StoneHead and Casper, heading southeast, not east, as Agent Fukishura suspect-ed. Spotting it was quick and with little fan-fare given the openness of Wyoming highways and the almost non-existent vehicle traffic. Bam-Bam passed the Chevy on its west side, swung out over the Mountain mahogany scrub grasses and dropped down in front of the driver, fully expecting the vehicle to stop immediately.
Bam-Bam and Keely were giving the driver slashing motions with their hands across their necks to indicate he was to stop. The driver slammed on the brakes, pulled to the side of the road but then unexpectedly returned to the highway and accelerated.
Okay gang, this stupid mother fucker wants to play with Bam-Bam, let’s give it to him. Billy Rae, we are fuel short and have no time to screw around here. Keely and I will make one more pass at him and you take out the pick-up. Show this piss ant why I’m called Bam-Bam.