Treason (The Navy Justice Series)

Treason (The Navy Justice Series)

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by Don Brown
     
 

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The stakes are high . . . and the entire world is waiting for the verdict. The Navy has uncovered a group of radical Islamic clerics who have infiltrated the Navy Chaplain Corps, inciting sailors and marines to acts of terrorism. And Lieutenant Zack Brewer has been chosen to prosecute them for treason and murder. Only three years out of law school, Zack has already

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The stakes are high . . . and the entire world is waiting for the verdict. The Navy has uncovered a group of radical Islamic clerics who have infiltrated the Navy Chaplain Corps, inciting sailors and marines to acts of terrorism. And Lieutenant Zack Brewer has been chosen to prosecute them for treason and murder. Only three years out of law school, Zack has already made a name for himself, winning the coveted Navy Commendation medal. Just coming off a high-profile win, this case will challenge the very core of Zack’s skills and his Christian beliefs—beliefs that could cost him the case and his career. With Diane Colcernian, his staunchest rival, as assistant prosecutor, Zack takes on internationally acclaimed criminal defense lawyer Wells Levinson. And when Zack and Diane finally agree to put aside their animosity, it causes more problems than they realize.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780310259336
Publisher:
Zondervan
Publication date:
04/01/2005
Series:
The Navy Justice SeriesSeries Series
Pages:
336
Sales rank:
422,585
Product dimensions:
5.63(w) x 8.50(h) x 0.88(d)
Age Range:
18 Years

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PROLOGUE
Black Forest Cafe
Near the Limmat River
Zurich, Switzerland
Abdur Rahman Ibn Auf checked his watch as the meeting adjourned.
Quarter to twelve. Good.
Enough time for a little walk, maybe some sightseeing, and perhaps even lunch and a couple of drinks before summoning his pilot for the return flight to Riyadh.
He donned the jacket of his Armani business suit and stepped from the front door of Barclays onto the sidewalk beside Zurich's world famous,
charming Bahnhofstrasse. Squinting into the bright sunlight,
he slipped on a pair of designer sunglasses. Around him bustled serious looking businessmen speaking into cellular phones, young mothers---or perhaps au pairs; he could not tell the difference---pushing prams, laughing young lovers, and groups of beautiful women carrying smart bags from expensive clothing boutiques. On either side of the street, flower vendors displayed profusions of colorful bouquets, and halfway to the corner, a group of students crowded around a bakery window.
A cool breeze hit his face, and he closed his eyes, drawing the pristine
Swiss air into his lungs. He breathed in, almost smiling at the invigorating result.
Why did Allah place the great cities of the faith in the middle of a scorching, God-forsaken desert rather than in a place like Zurich? At home, survival was impossible without air-conditioning. Here, nature provided it. But the Great Faith had spawned where it had, and Allah had his purposes. Perhaps to avoid distractions, which abounded here.
Abdur headed south down the Bahnhofstrasse by foot in the direction of the Arboretum and Burlki Plaza on Lake Zurich. A traffic light stopped him just before he reached the Swiss National Bank Building,
and he turned left toward Stathausquai, on the east bank of the Limmat
River.
The deep blue waters of the river, fed by the melting snow from the
Alps, flowed into Lake Zurich a few blocks to his right. Abdur never grew tired of this view. If paradise was like any city in the world, surely Zurich would be at the top of the list. He watched two tour boats churning south toward the lake.
The sounds of laughter---young and feminine---broke into his thoughts. He turned toward a sidewalk cafe across the street, on the bank of the river.
There were four in the quartet---or perhaps he might say the bouquet---
of exquisite Swiss fr™uleins. They sat giggling under an umbrella at a white wrought-iron table. He did not need to blink even twice to see they were blond, well figured, and perhaps in their mid-twenties. They were all blue-eyed.
They were Swiss; how could they not have eyes the color of a summer alpine sky?
One of the fr™uleins, the prettiest, with shoulder-length hair and wearing a navy business suit, seemed to sense his gaze. She shot him a coquettish smile, tilting her head slightly toward an empty table next to hers.
The outdoor cafe on the riverbank would make a perfect spot for lunch and a cocktail. And who knew? Perhaps this was his lucky day. A
successful business session in the morning. An unanticipated rendezvous in the afternoon before leaving the country?
Blond European women seemed to be inordinately attracted to clean-shaven Arab men in expensive business suits. This trend had been established, luckily for him, by the late Princess Diana of Great Britain and Dodi al-Fayed. Or so he had been told when he studied at Oxford.
Abdur sat at the table next to the foursome. They spoke German,
which was no impediment to his eavesdropping. He was fluent in the three official languages of Switzerland---German, French, and Italian---
in addition to having mastered English and, of course, his native Arabic.
Such were the privileges of an educational pedigree for which money had been no object.
He inched his chair closer to the pretty one, and now she was only a stone's throw from him. When the wind shifted, he caught a whiff of exquisite perfume. Is it hers? He couldn't tell.
As he listened, he heard her speak in a low, velvety tone as she announced she had ended her relationship with her boyfriend. She sighed deeply---for his sake, perhaps?---then went on to tell her friends she would have to take holiday this year in Monaco without him. 'He deserved it. Such an unfaithful dog.'
An unfaithful dog.
Was that a calculated message, intended not only for her attractive fr™ulein companions, but also for his ears? Or merely coincidence?
Nothing is coincidental. Everything is calculated.
Abdur ordered a cocktail and contemplated his next move. Perhaps a round of complimentary cocktails for the fr™uleins would attract their attention. Or maybe he would trail her home when she left.
'Ahff wun, yah eff.' The sudden deep sound of a man's voice over his shoulder distracted Abdur. 'Excuse me, mister,' the man repeated in
Arabic. 'Her name is Marta.'
Abdur turned, frowning. The man was handsome, Middle Eastern,
and perhaps in his early thirties. He wore an expensive suit, tie, and shoes, all of which were white.
'You contemplate luring her to your hotel.' The man's Arabic was flawless. 'Except you did not reserve a room, because you had planned on flying back in your Cessna Citation this afternoon to report to Riyadh.
But now, with the bat of her eyes, the scent of her perfume, the crossing of her legs, you are contemplating, shall we say, a slight change of plan?'
Abdur rose to his feet and met the man's black eyes. The penetrating quality of the man's gaze was instantly gripping, as if he had the power to hypnotize. Abdur felt a chill shoot down his spine.
'Do not fear, my brother,' the man continued. 'And I assure you,
my sudden intrusion has not compromised your opportunity with this
Swiss maiden. You will have your opportunity, if it is what you want. She will cooperate. Trust me.'
'Do I know you?'
'I have been searching for you, my brother.'
'You look familiar.' Abdur frowned again, trying to read the other man's expression. He was unsuccessful.
'I am Hussein al-Akhma of Kuwait.'
'Un hum del Allah. Praise be to God.' Abdur had seen Hussein's picture in Arab newspapers. But this was the first time he had seen the man in person. 'Of you I have heard much, Brother Hussein.'
'And I, of you.' Hussein inclined his head. 'But then, we are a small brotherhood, are we not?' Hussein gave Abdur a friendly pat on the shoulder, and Abdur relaxed. But not much.
'When I was at Oxford, you were at the London School of Economics.
But we never met.' Abdur was getting his voice back.
'An unfortunate crossing in the night. But Allah has his purposes and his timing. And this moment has to do with the latter.'
Abdur pointed to the chair across the table. 'Please, be seated.'
He studied the mysterious man, rumored to be both a billionaire playboy and a stalwart man of the faith. Was this an oxymoronic combination?
Perhaps not. Abdur felt the same tug-of-war within. The prophet
Muhammad himself---Peace be upon him---certainly had felt the same struggles.
'Brother Abdur, though we have never met personally until now, I
have known you for some time.' Again, a fiery, magnetic flash lit Hussein's eyes.
'What do you mean?'
'You are searching for the purpose of life. I believe Allah has called you. Like me, you have been entrusted with much at a young age. But it is all meaningless unless we are called to a higher purpose.' Hussein's voice was smooth, hypnotic . . . as if he saw through the windows of
Abdur's soul.
How can he see my struggles? My demons?
'Next to the prophet Muhammad---Peace be upon him---there had been no greater Muslim to walk the earth than the servant of Allah,
Osama bin Laden,' said al-Akhma.

Meet the Author

Don Brown is the author of Thunder in the Morning Calm, The Malacca Conspiracy, The Navy Justice Series, and The Black Sea Affair, a submarine thriller that predicted the 2008 shooting war between Russia and Georgia. Don served five years in the U.S. Navy as an officer in the Judge Advocate General's (JAG) Corps, which gave him an exceptional vantage point into both the Navy and the inner workings "inside-the-beltway" as an action officer assigned to the Pentagon. He left active duty in 1992 to pursue private practice, but remained on inactive status through 1999, rising to the rank of Lieutenant Commander. He and his family live in North Carolina, where he pursues his passion for penning novels about the Navy. www.donbrownbooks.com Facebook: Don-Brown

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I found this book to be a fast-paced, well-written work. I have to admit, though, that when I purchased it I was unaware that it was published by a Christian group. I am not anti-religion, but I thought that it was not necessary to include the lawyer's religious convictions. I found this to be somewhat preachy and did nothing to advance the story line. I would not have bought this or two other books by the same author had I known in advance about the religious undertones.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Treason captured my attention from the first page. It has drama, suspense, and romance. You can tell the author, a former JAG officer, knows the inner workings of a military courtroom. I look forward to Don Brown's next book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I am new to Don Brown's writing and am very impressed. He draws you in to the plot and the characters are very believable. Will definitely be reading more of his writing.
Grandfor8 More than 1 year ago
I liked reading this book. There was suspense and a little bit of romance as well as the San Diego location (where I live) which kept my attention. I could not put it down until it was finished. I immediately ordered the other books in the series, Hostage and Defiance, and was not disappointed.
Guest More than 1 year ago
In my opinion the first 3-4 chapters of this book were very slow, I almost put it down. I gave it one more chapter and POOF it took off. I could no longer put the book down. I read it in two nights, inbetween the yankees games. Definately buy it
Guest More than 1 year ago
Once I began reading this book, I could not wait to find out what happened in the next chapter. So captivating, I stayed up till the early hours of the morning to finish it. Touched my heart in many ways.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I couldn't put this book down once I started reading. I bought this in a small book store in North Carolina and actually met the authors' father in the store. Every chapter ended with me wondering what will happen next. You have a true fan in me. When is the next installment of your books.
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ReaderTXTX More than 1 year ago
Another excellent book by Don Brown that uses great themes and writing to win readers rather than bad language and sordid sex.
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