Dead Heat

Dead Heat

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by Joel C. Rosenberg

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The stage is set for war. Oil prices are surging to record highs. A new dictator is rising in Iraq. China is threatening Taiwan. North Korean forces appear ready to strike south. Israel is feverishly trying to complete the Third Temple. And in the midst of a world ready to explode, American president James


2009 Retailer's Choice Award winner!
The stage is set for war. Oil prices are surging to record highs. A new dictator is rising in Iraq. China is threatening Taiwan. North Korean forces appear ready to strike south. Israel is feverishly trying to complete the Third Temple. And in the midst of a world ready to explode, American president James MacPherson’s second term is ending. The battle to succeed him is heating up into the most fiercely contested presidential election in American history. Who will lead a bitterly divided country over the next four years? And just what role—if any—does the US play in history's last days?

As the presidential campaign narrows to a dead heat, the Secret Service learns of a catastrophic terrorist plot to assassinate one of the candidates—but which one? Whom do they want dead? And can US forces stop the terrorists before millions lose their lives?

From New York Times best-selling novelist Joel C. Rosenberg, this explosive political thriller is sure to provoke discussion, along with fervent hopes that this frightening vision of the future will not come true.

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The stage is set for war.
  • Oil prices are surging to record highs.
  • A new dictator is rising in Iraq.
  • China is threatening Taiwan.
  • North Korean forces are ready to strike south.
  • Israel is feverishly trying to complete the Third Temple.
And in the midst of a world ready to explode, American president James MacPherson’s second term is ending.

The battle to succeed him is heating up into the most fiercely contested presidential election in American history. Who will lead a bitterly divided country over the next four years? And just what role—if any—does the U.S. play in history’s last days?

As the presidential campaign narrows into a dead heat, the Secret Service learns of a catastrophic terrorist plot to assassinate one of the candidates—but which one? Who do they want dead? And can U.S. forces stop the terrorists before millions lose their lives?

The entire world seems to be on red alert. North Korean forces are massing for an attack on the South; a new dictator has seized control in Iraq; the Chinese are flexing their muscles toward Taiwan; and Israel is constructing the Third Temple, leaving the entire region teetering on the edge of apocalypse. All of this (and rising oil prices) comes as the U.S. is preparing for its most fiercely contested presidential election in history. And then reports of possible candidate assassinations begin to surface. But which candidates and how to stop the killers? Another barn-burner by the author of The Last Jihad, The Last Days, The Ezekiel Option, and The Copper Scroll.

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ISBN: 978-1-4143-1161-6

Chapter One

It was going to be bloody, but it could be done, if they moved fast.

All eyes in the CIA's Global Operations Center turned to Danny Tracker. Once the deputy director of operations, Tracker, forty-six, was the newly installed director of the Central Intelligence Agency. Only he could authorize the Delta Force commander on the ground to carry out this strike, and it was he alone who would have to answer for his decision to the president, to a myriad of congressional oversight committees, and to his colleagues throughout the Byzantine world of U.S. intelligence.

The Agency had been hunting this "high-priority target" for months. Tracker watched as live video images of their prey streamed in from a Predator drone hovering-unheard, unseen-a mile above an abandoned warehouse outside of Sanaa, the capital of Yemen, where their target now entered, surrounded by scores of heavily armed bodyguards.

"How far away are they?" Tracker asked the senior watch officer beside him as he surveyed the feeds coming in on five enormous plasma TV screens on the wall before him.

"Both Delta teams are at least twenty minutes out, sir."

Tracker winced. Twenty minutes was an eternity in his business. They had to take this guy down fast. Umberto Milano, after all, was the head of operations for the Legion, one of the most feared terrorist organizations on the planet.

Tracker flipped through the file in his hands, the one stamped "CLASSIFIED-EYES ONLY" in red. Only forty, Milano, the Sicilianborn son of Marxist radicals, had already served seven years' hard time for blowing up two banks in Rome and one in Florence. Converted to Islam in prison. Escaped with two fellow inmates in 2000. Fled to Afghanistan. Trained with bin Laden. Returned to Europe just before 9/11. Joined the Legion, a loosely affiliated European arm of Al-Qaeda. Planned the Madrid train bombings in 2004. Responsible for at least eight other bombings from Casablanca to Cairo and from Jakarta to Jerusalem.

After the demise of Al-Qaeda, Milano provided financial and logistical assistance to the Al-Nakbah terror network run by Yuri Gogolov and Mohammed Jibril. What's more, the Agency had some evidence-circumstantial but compelling-that Milano had masterminded the suicide bombing at the Willard InterContinental in D.C. the previous January.

Tracker had no doubt the Legion was planning something far deadlier, but at the moment, he had no idea what. Milano had eluded the Agency for years, operating in the shadows and off the grid. They had no idea where he lived. They had very little idea who his contacts and associates were. All they had were occasional bits and pieces of phone and e-mail intercepts; this was the first time they'd ever been able to spot and track him in real time. They needed to take him down. They needed to make him talk. They needed to extract every last bit of information they could. And they needed to do it now.

"Yesterday's tip on Milano's movements-do we know where it came from?" Tracker asked.

"No, sir," the watch officer said.

"But you're absolutely certain it's him in that warehouse?"

"Yes, sir, I am."

Tracker turned to two senior intelligence analysts, each of whom had spent much of his career focused on the Legion.

"Do you guys concur?"

"I do, sir," one said.

"No question," the other said. "That's Milano, all right. And with all due respect, sir, we need to take him before it's too late."

Tracker turned back to the senior watch commander and asked, "Do the Delta teams have everything they need to bring this guy in?"

But the commander was no longer listening to the conversation. His eye had suddenly been drawn back to the live feed coming in from the Predator.

Now Tracker looked there too. "You've got to be kidding me." He cursed. "They're leaving already?"

No one said a word. The Predator feed said it all. A dozen armed men were clearly exiting the warehouse and taking up positions around the third vehicle in a line of five black SUVs.

"How much longer until Delta is on scene?" Tracker asked.

"They're still ten minutes out, sir."

Tracker glanced at his watch. They didn't have ten minutes.

President James "Mac" MacPherson was en route to Los Angeles. Tracker knew he'd love nothing more than to be able to point to a new success in the War on Terror during his prime-time speech that night at the Republican National Convention. Giving the president the ability to announce a major CIA coup to a global audience couldn't hurt his Agency's tattered image, or his own career.

The country was deeply divided over the future. The rhetoric of the campaign could not have been hotter. Both major parties were locked in a knock-down, drag-out battle over who could better protect the country for the next four years. MacPherson had served his eight years and couldn't serve again. The latest polls showed his anointed successor in a dead heat with the Democratic challenger. Perhaps an operation like this could help tip the balance, even a little, Tracker thought. Perhaps in a race this close, even a little boost might be all that was needed.

"Sir, we need a decision," the senior watch commander pressed.

Tracker felt his pulse racing. He had only two options. He could let Milano leave the warehouse, use the Predator to follow him to his next location, and pray Delta could move against him later that day or the next. Or he could forfeit the possibility-slim though it was-of bringing Milano in alive by ordering the Predator to fire two Hellfire missiles into the warehouse and parking lot, killing everyone and destroying everything inside and out.

"We're out of time, sir. What do you want to do?"

Tracker hesitated. What was more valuable-the information he might be able to extract from Milano later or the worldwide headlines Milano's death could give them now? He stared at video feed and cursed again. Sometimes technology wasn't enough.

"Take him out," Tracker said at last. "Take them all out."

All eyes turned to the center video screen, and as the senior watch commander relayed the orders to the Predator controllers in the field, everyone in the Global Operations Center seemed to hold their collective breath. No one said a word, but Danny Tracker was sure they were all thinking what he was. Was he doing the right thing? How much actionable intelligence was he about to sacrifice? What exactly would the president say when he heard the news? Was there another way?

But it was too late now.

Suddenly they could see the contrails of two laser-guided AGM-114 Hellfire missiles streaking toward the earth below. One hit the center of the warehouse. The other hit the center vehicle in the convoy. Two enormous explosions filled the screen with a blinding light. Then thick, black smoke rose from the wreckage. Then came grisly, full-color images of a blazing building, five burning vehicles, and body parts strewn about as far as the eye could see.

The ops center erupted in cheers, but Tracker began pacing. He couldn't celebrate. Not yet. Not until they had all that they'd come for.

He stared at the Predator feed and the digital clock on the far wall and felt the acid chewing through the walls of his stomach. He clenched his teeth as two vans pulled onto the scene. Eight Delta operators, all heavily armed and clad in Kevlar and black masks, set up a secure perimeter. Four more headed straight into the inferno. It was their job to find Milano, confirm his remains, and secure any evidence they might find on or around him, evidence that could-if they were lucky-give them some idea of what the Legion was planning next. But they were quickly running out of time. Whatever didn't burn or melt, Tracker knew, would be in the hands of the local police in less than ten minutes, and their best hope for protecting against the next attack would be lost forever.

Chapter Two

Jon Bennett had no idea that U.S. forces were on the move.

He had no inkling of the horrifying plot they were about to uncover in the Yemeni capital. Nor did he care. Fourteen hundred miles away, in a crowded, disease-infested refugee camp in northern Jordan, just minutes from the Syrian border, a wave of panic gripped his body as he held his wife in his arms and begged her to hang on until help arrived.

"Erin, talk to me. Look at me, sweetheart. Please."

But Erin did not respond. Her breathing was shallow. Her pulse was weak. Bennett yelled for a doctor, but no one came. Again and again he cried out into the scorching August night-thick with the stench of sweat and death-but amid the grotesque cacophony of the masses, no one even noticed, much less cared.

Bennett's heart was racing. It wasn't possible. He couldn't be losing her. They had been married less than eight months.

He had no idea what was wrong, but he couldn't wait any longer. He had to find a doctor, a nurse, a soldier, someone-anyone-who could help. Still, he didn't dare leave Erin alone. What if he took too long? What if he came back and it was too late? He would never forgive himself. He'd have to take her with him.

Bennett scooped up Erin's limp and nearly lifeless body in his arms and rushed her out of the small tent that had become their home. Dressed only in the shorts and T-shirt he typically slept in-he wasn't even wearing shoes or sandals-he began working his way to the medical compound on the other side of the camp. But that proved tougher than expected.

Even so late at night, large numbers of people remained up and about, congregating here and there and clogging the narrow, dusty alleyways that crisscrossed through this tent city of nearly five thousand refugees. Some begged for food. Others dealt drugs. Some smoked water pipes, while others drank away their woes. Old men talked politics. Old women gossiped. Young boys chased each other, while teenage girls roamed in packs, whispering and giggling and wishing the boys were chasing them. Anything that passed the interminable hours of isolation and despair was fair game, it seemed, and the cries of unwanted and unexpected babies-more and more each month-filled the night.

Bennett elbowed his way through the crowds, finally pushing free and spotting the camp's primary care clinic, not far from the front gate, heavily armed by U.N. peacekeeping forces in their distinctive blue helmets. His pulse was racing. The muscles in his arms were burning. His legs were ready to give way. But he pressed on for Erin's sake, racing across an empty helicopter landing pad and bursting in the front door.

"Help, quick, I need a doctor."

The senior nurse on duty came over and began asking him questions in Arabic.

"English," he insisted. "Do you speak English?"

Apparently not. She kept asking him questions he didn't understand, insisting on information he couldn't give.

Bennett looked to the right and then to the left. He called out for anyone who spoke English. But no one responded. His panic intensified. Erin's olive skin was rapidly turning gray and clammy, and he had no idea what else to do.

Suddenly, a young woman appeared through a side doorway.

"What seems to be the trouble, sir?" she asked with a slight accent that might have been British but could very well have been Australian.

"I don't know," Bennett conceded, his voice catching. "We were just getting ready for bed when she started vomiting, over and over again. She couldn't stop. Eventually she started dry heaving, and then she just collapsed."

"What did she have for dinner?" the nurse asked.

"Nothing-maybe a few crackers," he replied. "She hasn't had much of an appetite for the last week or so."

"She's burning up," the nurse said, feeling Erin's forehead and sticking a digital thermometer in her ear. "One hundred five," she said a moment later.

Jon gasped. It was so high. Too high. And it was spiking so quickly. He didn't remember her having a fever when this had begun. Where was all this coming from? What was happening? And why?


Excerpted from DEAD HEAT by JOEL C. ROSENBERG Copyright © 2008 by Joel C. Rosenberg. Excerpted by permission.
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Meet the Author

Joel C. Rosenberg is the New York Times best-selling author of The Last Jihad, The Last Days, The Ezekiel Option, The Copper Scroll, and Epicenter, with 1.5 million copies in print. A communications strategist based in Washington, D.C., he has worked with some of the world’s most influential and provocative leaders, including Steve Forbes, Rush Limbaugh, former Israeli deputy prime minister Natan Sharansky, and former Israeli prime minister Benjamin Netanyahu. Once a political columnist for World magazine, he now writes commentaries for National Review as well as a weekly e-mail update known as “Flash Traffic” for business and political leaders. A front-page Sunday New York Times profile called him a “force in the capital.” He has also been profiled by the Washington Times and the Jerusalem Post and has been interviewed on ABC’s Nightline, CNN Headline News, FOX News Channel, The History Channel, MSNBC, The Rush Limbaugh Show, and The Sean Hannity Show.

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is one of the best series of books, I have read in a long time. It is the last book of the series. I recommend this book and the others in the series. It will thrill you and surpirse you. It gives you a different look at the world today.
harstan More than 1 year ago
President James Macpherson is on his way to Los Angeles to give a speech at the Republican National Convention at the Staples Center. His intelligence team killed a terrorist they has been hunting for years but in his computer they find a map of the Staples Center. They think the terrorists are targeting the president but are confident that they have him protected. The Secret Service is proven wrong when container ships launch scud missiles with nuclear warheads at D.C., Seattle, Manhattan, and Southern California killing the president and many others.---------------- Vice President Oaks is now the president and he and his advisors are in a bunker deep underground. He intends to make the country who launched the bombs pay for killing millions of Americans but he has no idea what country it is. North Korea is prepared to invade the South and could have done it as they had the means. The new president of Iraq who makes Saddam Hussein look like a choir boy hates the Americans and is in league with the U.N. Secretary-General. He is prepared to go to war to prevent the Kurdish providence from succeeding and joining the new Kurdistan. Israel builds the Third Temple to the consternation of other nations. It looks like intelligence is needed to figure out who killed America and since the infrastructure is destroyed, the US must depend on its allies and what little intelligence they have from contact with the field.------------------ Joel C. Rosenberg writes a political thriller think is based on today¿s headlines and most of the events in DEAD HEAT could conceivably happen. The action is non stop from the very first page and the politicians and elected officials feel lifelike. It is interesting to see what happens when a first strike hits America and how the country reacts to most of its land made wasted. Mr. Rosenberg is fantastic writer whose chilling and exciting novels make him one of the best thriller authors writing today.------------ Harriet Klausner
SandiS More than 1 year ago
Written in a way that keeps you captivated until the last page - this one is a keeper! I started the book and read till 3am. I simply had to go on. I finished it in two days. My husband read it in just a bit long but it didn't take him long either. He usually falls asleep reading and it takes him forever to finish a book - not so with this one! He couldn't put it down either. I now have every book that the author has written!
Guest More than 1 year ago
Container ships off the east and west coasts launch a devastating nuclear attack, destroying four major U.S. cities. To maximize the effect, the attack occurs during the Republican National Convention, resulting in global implications of unprecedented proportion. ¿There was no doubt¿someone was targeting the President of the United States. And they didn¿t just want to kill him. They wanted to annihilate him and his government.¿ The plot mirrors real-time headlines of surging oil prices, a pivotal American presidential election, and increasing political concerns in Iraq, China, South America, and North Korea. The book¿s fast-paced events and cliffhangers compel the reader to find out how the world would respond to such an attack. Joel Rosenberg blends imagination with first-hand military and political knowledge to write this bone-chilling scenario of why the United States is not mentioned in end time prophecy. There are enough real-time events and historical facts in the story to make it a frightening, yet plausible, scenario. The characters in the book were caught by surprise that ¿evil had regathered while the world slept.¿ This is more than Rosenberg¿s fourth compelling political thriller. It is an individual and global challenge to pay attention to the headlines of a rapidly changing world through the lens of Biblical prophecy.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I have read all of Joel Rosenberg's books and recommended them to others. His books are fast moving geo-political thrillers revolving around the crisis in the Middle East. He writes from a Jewish- Christian perspective. So far something from everyone of his books has happened in real life. Dead Heat begins with America being attacked by nuclear bombs in five large cities. I hope he is wrong but the way he portrays it seems very possible. Read it for yourself and draw your own conclusions. His story line is based on the current situation and Biblical prophecy.
ocfirefly More than 1 year ago
This book was awesome! So sorry the series is over!
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Your Call: Knowing of God or KNOWING God. Start with Rosenberg's series Last Jihaid through Dead Heat. A Jew, who now follows Jesus, Rosenberg sems to be a modern day prophet. His gift is knowing Biblical scripture While revealing a high sence of white knuckle reading that will keep you up all night long. GREAT WORK Joel...
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is a downright scary book. The real scary part is that it is a very probable scenerio. This is without doubt, the best series of books I have read in a darn long time and I read an awful lot of books. You need to read all five of them to understand the characters and be able to put of the pieces together. If I could give these any more stars - I surely would.!!!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Aas with all his books i loved it. Its nice to read from someone who really does his homework. I love fictional books that could really be true and books that make you look inside yourself and make you want to better yourself.
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He keeps you on the edge of your seat. I couldn't wait to turn the page or open the next book.
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This is one of the few books I've read that has kept me on the edge of my seat the entire way through. It was a simply amazing book, and I wholeheartedly suggest it to anybody who's a fan of thrillers, political thrillers, or just a good read!
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rico44 More than 1 year ago
mouth opening suspense from beginning to ending. Didnt want the book to end
ROBUSN More than 1 year ago
Sort of a Tom Clancy crossed with Left Behind
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Victoria Whitehead More than 1 year ago
I have read all his books and soooo eager to see what he writes next. 12th Imam was fabulously written. I highly sugest reading them all!