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In 1998, William Queen was a veteran law enforcement agent with a lifelong love of motorcycles and a lack of patience with paperwork. When a “confidential informant” made contact with his boss at the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms, offering to take an agent inside the San Fernando chapter of the Mongols (the scourge of Southern California, and one of the most dangerous gangs in America), Queen jumped at the chance, not realizing that he was kicking-starting the most extensive undercover operation inside ...
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In 1998, William Queen was a veteran law enforcement agent with a lifelong love of motorcycles and a lack of patience with paperwork. When a “confidential informant” made contact with his boss at the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms, offering to take an agent inside the San Fernando chapter of the Mongols (the scourge of Southern California, and one of the most dangerous gangs in America), Queen jumped at the chance, not realizing that he was kicking-starting the most extensive undercover operation inside an outlaw motorcycle gang in the history of American law enforcement.

Nor did Queen suspect that he would penetrate the gang so successfully that he would become a fully “patched-in” member, eventually rising through their ranks to the office of treasurer, where he had unprecedented access to evidence of their criminal activity. After Queen spent twenty-eight months as “Billy St. John,” the bearded, beer-swilling, Harley-riding gang-banger, the truth of his identity became blurry, even to himself.

During his initial “prospecting” phase, Queen was at the mercy of crank-fueled criminal psychopaths who sought to have him test his mettle and prove his fealty by any means necessary, from selling (and doing) drugs, to arms trafficking, stealing motorcycles, driving getaway cars, and, in one shocking instance, stitching up the face of a Mongol “ol’ lady” after a particularly brutal beating at the hands of her boyfriend.

Yet despite the constant criminality of the gang, for whom planning cop killings and gang rapes were business as usual, Queen also came to see the genuine camaraderie they shared. When his lengthy undercover work totally isolated Queen from family, his friends, and ATF colleagues, the Mongols felt like the only family he had left. “I had no doubt these guys genuinely loved Billy St. John and would have laid down their lives for him. But they wouldn’t hesitate to murder Billy Queen.”

From Queen’s first sleight of hand with a line of methamphetamine in front of him and a knife at his throat, to the fearsome face-off with their decades-old enemy, the Hell’s Angels (a brawl that left three bikers dead), to the heartbreaking scene of a father ostracized at Parents’ Night because his deranged-outlaw appearance precluded any interaction with regular citizens, Under and Alone is a breathless, adrenaline-charged read that puts you on the street with some of the most dangerous men in America and with the law enforcement agents who risk everything to bring them in.

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Editorial Reviews

Gary Kamiya
With instincts and savvy honed by years of undercover work -- and a healthy dose of good luck -- Queen gets out of this and many other tight places, and finally succeeds in gathering evidence that sends at least 18 Mongols to federal prison. Few readers will shed tears for them. Yet Queen comes to appreciate the Mongols' good qualities -- deep loyalty and love for one another -- and he becomes increasingly torn at the realization that he will have to betray men who have become closer to him than most of his law-enforcement colleagues.
— The New York Times
Kirkus Reviews
A federal agent earns his colors with the Mongol motorcycle gang while working undercover. For more than two years in southern California, Queen worked his way up through the feudal/corporate hierarchy of the notorious Mongols, for whom "murder and mayhem have become simply a lifestyle choice." They ran drugs and trafficked in guns to fill the group's coffers; they got their kicks from assaults, gunfights, stabbings, and other hideous, random acts of violence. Queen's narrative voice is a bit intimidating: gruff and unflinching, like a mean stare. This doesn't come as a big surprise, however, considering that the Special Forces veteran spent 16 years at the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms, working undercover to buy cocaine from the Crips in Los Angeles and machine guns from neo-Nazis in West Virginia. Queen is a natural storyteller and explainer, and his material offers top-shelf adventure. As he went about trying to gather evidence against the Mongols, he felt the disorientation that comes with long, deep cover. He began to appreciate the gang's camaraderie-they consoled him when the woman who raised him died, while his partners in the BATF never mentioned it-but was snapped back to his senses when they went out and stomped some poor slob to death. Much of Queen's time was spent trying to figure out how to thwart a murder or avoid participation in dope-taking. The episodes describing those efforts are packed with great intensity, as so much hangs in the balance. In spare moments, he tried to give his sons a real life, though that didn't happen until he surfaced to testify, when the boys were relocated along with his ex-wife to a different state under new names. A dark andtwisted world, fully realized. Don't be surprised if it runs to bestsellerdom. (16-page photo insert, not seen) Film rights to Mel Gibson/Icon Productions, with Gibson to produce, direct, and star; author tour
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Advance praise for Under and Alone

“Under and Alone is the dangerous and fascinating true story of an undercover ATF agent and the psychological price he was made to pay for his courageous work.”
Joseph Wambaugh, bestselling author of The Onion Field

“A riveting story of a one-of-a-kind officer that takes you to the deepest and most dangerous part of undercover work. Highly recommended.”
Joseph Pistone, author of Donnie Brasco: My Undercover Life in the Mafia

“Top-shelf adventure . . . packed with great intensity . . . a dark and twisted world, fully realized. Don’t be surprised if it runs to bestsellerdom.”
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781588364401
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 4/5/2005
  • Sold by: Random House
  • Format: eBook
  • Sales rank: 67,275
  • File size: 3 MB

Meet the Author

WILLIAM QUEEN spent twenty years as a Special Agent with the U.S. Department of the Treasury, Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms. A Vietnam War veteran, Queen served with the U.S. Army Special Forces and was awarded the Silver Star during his 1971 tour of duty. After his military service, Queen devoted his entire career to law enforcement. For his groundbreaking undercover work playing the part of biker “Billy St. John,” William Queen was awarded the 2001 Federal Bar Association’s Medal of Valor, the Director’s Award from the Department of Justice, the Robert Faulkner Memorial Outstanding Investigation Award from the International Outlaw Motorcycle Gang Investigator Association, the Medal of Valor from the International Narcotics Investigators Association, and the Distinguished Service Award from the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms.

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Chapter 1

September 1998

Somewhere near Visalia, California

“All right, Billy, how long was your fuckin’ academy?”

Red Dog pressed his ruddy, windburned face three inches from mine. I smelled that thick mix of Budweiser and crank-fueled sleeplessness on his breath. The words he spat felt hotter than the midday Southern California sun. He cocked his head to one side and pushed closer. “I’m askin’ you a fuckin’ question, Billy!”

Red Dog, the national sergeant at arms of the Mongols Motorcycle Club, stood six feet tall, with long, stringy hair and a rust-colored handlebar mustache that drooped below his chin. From his pierced forehead, a silver chain swept down ominously past his left eye. His powerfully muscled arms were sleeved out with a web of prison tattoos, and his right hand clutched a loaded 9-mm Glock semiautomatic. Behind him, six other Mongols—Evel, C.J., Domingo, Diablo, Bobby Loco, and Lucifer—all in various states of drunkenness and methamphetamine highs, were slapping magazines into their Glocks and Berettas. More than one had his Mongol colors decorated with the skull-and-crossbones patch, boldly announcing to the world that he had killed for the club.

Here at the end of a long dirt road, in an abandoned orange grove a 180 miles north of Los Angeles, what had begun as a typical Southern California day—that perfect golden sun beating down on a ribbon of black highway—had quickly turned into my worst nightmare.

For several months now, working deep undercover on assignment for the Department of the Treasury’s Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms (ATF), I’d been posing as a Mongols “prospect”—a probationary member of the club, a position that allowed me to wear my black leather vest with the lower rocker reading california but not yet the official black-and-white center patch and top rocker that distinguished a full-fledged member.

As a prospect, you’re a slave, the property of the club. You have to do everything a member tells you to do, from hauling drugs and guns to wiping a member’s ass if he orders you to. Some members were good for simple orders like “Prospect, go get me a beer,” or “Light my cigarette,” or “Clean my bike.” But other members, guys like Red Dog, took inordinate pleasure in making a prospect’s life a living hell.

Prospecting inside the Mongols was a dangerous game. According to intel developed by ATF, the Mongols Motorcycle Club had assumed the mantle of the most violent motorcycle gang in America, a tight-knit collective of crazies, unpredictable and unrepentant badasses. With 350 full-patch members, the gang was a small fraction of the size of the Hells Angels, their hated rivals, but the Mongols had wreaked more than their fair share of havoc since they were founded in the early seventies.

Their most significant violent acts in the 1970s and ’80s were committed against the Angels, with whom they fought (and ultimately won) a seventeen-year war. But by the mid-nineties, infused by the ruthless Latino gang mentality of East Los Angeles, the Mongols’ indiscriminate violence spread outside the biker underworld and began to terrorize the general populace of Southern California. When the Mongols frequented mainstream bars and clubs, where people were not as familiar with the gang’s fearsome reputation, the result was a series of vicious assaults, stabbings, and gunfights. In late 1997 the Mongols got into a confrontation in a club in the San Gabriel Valley, just outside of L.A., which resulted in a shoot-out, leaving one man dead. Also in 1997, the Mongols went to two nightclubs in the Los Angeles area and stabbed patrons in plain view of dozens of witnesses, but no one would come forward to testify against them.

Nor was the Mongols’ violence limited to the outside world; even within the ranks of the club, the gang had such a reputation for assaulting its prospects that by the late nineties, the membership was dwindling: No one wanted to join a club if it meant that every day and night he had to worry about taking a savage beat-down. In 1998 they adopted a new national policy: No beating on the prospects. And almost everyone stuck by it, except for Red Dog.

Despite the fact that as national sergeant at arms he was supposed to be enforcing the club’s rules and constitution—yes, the club had a seventy-page constitution—Red Dog was a loose cannon, riding his Harley through life with a “fuck everyone” attitude. For months he was in my face, smashing his heavy fist into my chest, at times uppercutting me as hard as he could. More than once he’d sucker-punched me in the gut, leaving me doubled over, gasping for air, and ready to puke. But I was a prospect, so I gritted my teeth and sucked it up.

That morning we had all hooked up at C.J.’s house, where the dudes drank hard and I did my prospect thing, fetching beer for the patches (as fully inducted members of the club are called), lighting their cigarettes, watching them do line after line of crank and coke. Then when Red Dog figured everyone was drunk and high enough, he gave an abrupt order: “Let’s go shoot.”

This was a Mongols membership requirement: Before any prospect could attain full-patch status in the club, he had to prove that he owned a firearm and was a decent shot. When I got behind the wheel of my bullet-pocked red Mustang, I thought we were heading out to an actual firing range—and so did my ATF backup. We formed a ragged convoy behind Red Dog’s burgundy Monte Carlo as we left the Visalia city limits. I kept glancing in my rearview mirror, checking to see that my backup was still there. But as we got farther and farther into the countryside of vineyards and orange groves, eventually turning down a remote dirt driveway, I realized we had completely lost my backup. I also realized this wasn’t going to be a standard firearms-qualification exercise. There was nothing ATF could do to help me now. If shit went bad, it just went bad. I was alone.

Now, with a collection of new semiautomatic pistols on the hoods of our cars and the loaded magazines clicking into place, the mood in the orange grove suddenly turned dark and twisted. One Mongol brother stood loading rounds into a street-sweeper, a high-capacity, drum-fed semiautomatic 12-gauge shotgun that looks similar to the old Thompson submachine gun from the Prohibition era. An awesome assault weapon, beloved by drug dealers and hard-core gangsters, the street-sweeper has since been banned by the feds. I knew that a gun like that was useless for target shooting; like the tommy gun, a street-sweeper is a pure killing machine.

Without warning, Red Dog was up in my face again, head cocked to one side, hollering crazily—accusing me of being an undercover cop. “How long was your fuckin’ academy, Billy?”

“What are you talkin’ about, Red Dog?”

“You know what I’m talking about, Billy! Who the fuck did you tell you was comin’ up here? Who the fuck did you tell you was gonna be with the Mongols today? Who, Billy?”

“I didn’t tell nobody. Come on, Red, why you acting like this? I didn’t tell nobody I was coming up to Visalia.”

He locked his slate blue eyes on mine and, in torturous silence, stared at me for fifteen seconds. “So you’re saying if I put a bullet in the back of your fuckin’ head right now, ain’t nobody gonna know where to start looking for you? Is that right, Billy?”

“Yeah, I guess that’s right, Red Dog.”

He gestured across the dusty, desolate, trash-strewn field, told me to go set up some cans to shoot at. My first thought was of the infamous 1963 Onion Field case, chronicled in Joseph Wambaugh’s bestseller and subsequent movie, in which two young LAPD officers, after stopping a vehicle in Hollywood they suspected had been involved in a series of armed robberies, were kidnapped by a pair of ex-convicts and taken to a remote onion field outside Bakersfield. Officer Ian Campbell was shot dead while Officer Karl Hettinger watched in horror before escaping with his life.

When I turned my back to Red Dog and the other armed Mongols, the icy realization hit me: After the firefights in Vietnam, after twenty-five years in law enforcement, this was the way it ended—I was going to die on a gorgeous Southern California day, by a Mongol bullet, in the middle of a godforsaken, abandoned orange grove somewhere outside Visalia.

I closed my eyes and began to walk, waiting for the bullets to start tearing through my back. I couldn’t even turn to shoot it out: Red Dog and Domingo had made certain that I was the only one without a gun. It was a simple equation: If they’d made me, I was going to die today. I stumbled across the field in my motorcycle boots and suddenly saw an image of my two sons standing tearfully over my open casket. I’d felt similar eerie premonitions during my tour of duty in Vietnam, but here, without question, there was nothing worth dying for.

Suddenly, I heard a loud pop and felt my boot crunching an empty beer can. My knees buckled, but I bent down and picked up the can. I glanced back toward the Mongols and saw them talking in a tight circle instead of pointing their guns and training their sights on me. No, they weren’t going to shoot me, at least not right now . . .

From the Hardcover edition.

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Interviews & Essays

An Interview with William Queen

Q: When you were undercover with the Mongols, did you ever stop "playing the role" and start to identify with the group? How was your sense of self challenged?

A: I found myself becoming the part I was playing from time to time. Especially after I got used to the idea that I could fit in with such a lawless and twisted group of people without actually getting myself killed. The more time I spent with them the more what we think of as "normal" social events I incurred, along with what you and I think of as family time. I even found myself believing that they were, for the most part, just like you and me. Quite often Mongols would treat me like a real brother even to the point that I knew they would put their lives on the line for me. I compared this to my brothers-in-arms at ATF and realized very few of them who would put their lives on the line for me. I became confused, sometimes quite often. This really came to a head with the death of my mother. Not a single ATF employee expressed condolences about my losing her. But Mongol after Mongol told me that they were sorry about my mom and that they loved me. I felt genuinely guilty for what I was doing. And I realized how much of a number I was to ATF. I truly wanted to be a Mongol at that point. I even thought about telling them the truth and backing out of the undercover operation. I was saved from my confusion by the Mongols' propensity for crime and violence. Just when I thought I knew what was really right with the Mongols, they would do something stupid like murder someone or rape some female. I was instantly brought to reality again. But, it would still weigh on me, as you might imagine.

Q: Why is being a 1%er a source of pride for OMG members? Do they choose this path because they thrive on lawlessness, or are they drifters looking to be taken in by a community?

A: OMGs (outlaw motorcycle gangs) don't want to be part of the norm, the mainstream. They don't want to conform and don't care for "The System." For the most part they don't care what the community or society thinks or demands. They take pride in the "Outlaw" part of the 1%er. Laws are made for people like you and me. 1%ers have their own code they live by. Not everyone can be an outlaw. Just like other elite groups, this is what they pride themselves in. The way they see it, they are a unique and elite group of people. So if you can make it (with them), you are somebody.

For the most part 1%ers come from the criminal side of our society. They are already outside the mainstream and quite often find themselves in some type of criminal gang. OMGs are like the ultimate gang. They have a mystique about them. A kind of cream of the criminal crop. They portray power as a group and as individuals. Fear is quite often confused with respect in this world, and the less successful people looking for success quite often see themselves with power if they could be a part of such organizations. OMGs aren't looking for intelligent or educated people. They are looking for the birds of a feather. Once inside, there is a real sense of security. You don't fight a Mongol, you fight the Mongols. Mongol brothers don't care whether you cheat your neighbor or sell drugs. They don't care whether you take a bath or drink too much. They are going to accept you anyway. They'll stand together when other organizations fall apart.

Q: What kind of presence do outlaw motorcycle gangs have today. Are they as large and organized still as they were when you were undercover?

A: OMGs are worldwide. They are bigger today then when I rode. They are as organized and as dangerous as ever.

Q: Do you still ride?

A: I do still ride. I own a 2000 Harley-Davidson Dyna Wide Glide. I'll ride till I can't ride any more.

A Glossary of Terms

1%er -- The 1% symbol is derived from a statement by the AMA (American Motorcycle Association) that 99% of the country's motorcyclists are law-abiding individuals. The 1% symbol has become the mark of the outlaw bike rider. A 1%er patch is worn to indicate this status as a public menace.

Cages -- Cars (OMG protocol is to never wear their colors in cages).

Church -- Meeting time for gang members

Colors -- The official uniform of all outlaw motorcycle gangs; consists of a sleeveless jacket/vest decorated with the club patch on the back, and secret coded patches that detail a member's sexual and criminal exploits. Colors are worn only by male members and are held sacred by outlaw gang members.

Earning patches -- To be "patched in" is to become an official member of an outlaw motorcycle gang.

Laughlin River Run -- The third-largest annual motorcycle event (poor man's Vegas) in the country held in Laughlin (a Colorado River resort town) the third week of April and drawing over 25,000 motorcycle enthusiasts.

Mongols -- An outlaw biker gang named after Genghis Khan's tribe, which conquered most of the known world and earned the reputation for being barbaric.

OMG -- Outlaw motorcycle gang, such as Hell's Angels, Mongols, Warlocks, et al.

Prospect -- A probationary or prospective member of a motorcycle gang.

Punishment ceremony -- Public punishment for violating a tenet of the Mongols' 72-page constitution (a woman was once crucified and left hanging on a tree because she refused to hand over all her money to her Mongol man).

Purple Heart patch -- A patch stitched on the left side of a leather vest that indicates a member has been shot while in combat for the gang.

Riding sixty-six -- Mongol code for traveling armed in civilian clothes, or carrying a firearm while not flying your colors; usually means robbery, extortion, or murder is about to take place.

Skull-and-bones patch -- A patch indicating that a member has committed murder for the gang.

Sleeved out -- A Mongol biker's arms after being tattooed to the point of showing no more unmarked skin.

Tweeker -- Police vernacular for a methamphetamine addict.

Wings -- Emblem worn by 1%ers as a pin or patch attached to the colors. All wing earning must be witnessed.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 4, 2007

    A reviewer

    My wife and I ordered this book for the one who wasn't driving to read on a road trip. She couldn't put it down and finished it in two days. After she was done, I picked it up and saw why. No wonder they are making it into a movie-the author fights several battles simultaneously. First, the obvious covert battle on the outlaw motorcycle gang he has infiltrated. Second, the battle within himself over his loyalties to the ATF versus the loyalty to the brotherhood that has embraced him and shown him in his undercover alter ego more love and respect than anyone else. The brotherly bond with members of the Mongols MC is more love and respect than several that prejudge him on his gruf biker appearance-the citizens on the street and parents at his children's school and in one case a few dirty cops that try to run him off the road. This is not to mention his own agency, who would be quick to label him a rougue agent if the operation goes bad. A definite must read for anyone that has put themselves on the line for the good of American society or admires those that do.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 20, 2013


    This is by far a very well written book.. very hard to put down.. what the undercover agent had to sacrifice, his life, to bring down these guys his life will probably never be the same .... Bn

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 7, 2013


    .-. Well. I have nothing to say to that. Cough. :| -walks to camp-

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 6, 2012

    A well written page turner

    This is one of the best books i have ever read. This undercover cop shows what real courage is all about. A real hero. God bless!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 13, 2011

    I Loved this book!

    I really enjoyed reading this story. I knew it was difficult to get into a motorcycle gang, but I had no idea to what extreme. Great work William Queen!!!I finished reading the book in 2 days!! It definitly is a page turner and I totally recommend it!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 22, 2014

    Must read

    This is a great book and a must read. I recommend this to all

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 23, 2013

    Simply outstanding!

    An amazing read about not only undercover police work but an extremely dangerous operation. It covers becoming a member of the Mongols, their dangerous illegal activities and how Agent Queen became isolated and lost touch with his family. He also deals with narrow escapes from being discovered.

    A great true story for anyone interested in outlaw motorcycle gangs and/or undercover operations.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 9, 2013

    5 Stars

    Very good book im looking for more books like this one

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 18, 2013

    Great Read!

    Love true life stories. This man is mazing giving up his family/ life and risking it all. Enjoyed the book read it in a few days

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 5, 2013


    So awesome i cant even describe it with words.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 20, 2013

    This book tells a very harrowing tale about an undercover agent

    This book tells a very harrowing tale about an undercover agent who infiltrates a ruthless motorcycle gang in los angeles
    . His real name is Willliam Queen but he goes by the name "Billy St. John" when he is undercover with the gang. He spends 28 months as aMongol and throughout the bhook you learn the harsh reality of what it is actually like to be in a motorcycle gang. The major themes and messages of this book were to let the reader understand how much William Queen actually had to go through to make sure that he could get in with the Mongols, and once he was, he had to keep their trust and stay in the gang for over 2 years. I like almost everything that there is to like about this book. I liked how in depth he went into explaining the difficulties of earning respect from fellow gang members. I liked how well he explained different members of the gang so you could try and get to know them almost as well as he did. I liked the intensity at which he explained all of the tough situations he was in, that made me want to keep reading for hours on end. He also did a great job of showing the actual life of the Mongols, not just the gang, but also individual people. He showed that even though some of the guys did bad things, underneath they were good guys. He made a lot of good friends and had never trusted a group of people more than he didhis Mongol "brothers", even though he was not truly a member. There is not much i can say that i did not like about this book, but, if if i had to choose one thing, i would say that sometimes the situations he was in were at times a little confusing to me because i am not fully aware of the biker lifestyle or with motorcycles in general. I think anybody that should get their hands on this book should read it because it is a top shelf adventure novel that will keep you on edge the entire 300 pages. 

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 26, 2012

    Great read

    Excellent read about an ATF agent going deep undercover in a bike gang.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 14, 2012


    Great read. Fast moving.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 18, 2012


    Having only heard about or read accounts of such gangs, this was a real eye-opener. On one hand you have the partying, drugs, and drinking to excess where you would think organizing a trip to the local wal-mart would be impossible but then you realize the sophiatication of the hiearchy, the traditions, the scope of the transactions, and the mere web-like organization. I can't begin to imagine the sacarifices of Agent Queen; I sincerely hope he, his kids and his ex-wife have come to peace. They all paid their (waaaay to much) dues on the Mongol assignment.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 1, 2012

    very good

    very good read

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  • Posted September 26, 2011

    Excellent! I couldn't put it down!

    I read this book in no time at all. The situations that the detective was involved in was unreal. It is a book full of suspense and jaw-dropping realisms. I have a new respect for undercover agents!

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  • Posted September 10, 2011

    Highly recommended to learn a different reality

    Not a continuous thriller, but the real life of boredom, excitement, fear, adventure, and real choices that must be made. Not something I would want to do.

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  • Posted August 31, 2011


    I read this book quite awhile ago but I still remember so many of the details in this book. It was a tough book to put down. He showed his determination and his loyalty to the job. I loved it from cover to cover!

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  • Posted July 16, 2011

    Very good Book

    This is a very good book! Glad I read it.

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  • Posted June 12, 2011

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    Loved It!!!!

    This is definately not the kind of book that I usually read but for some reason this book just caught my interest. I thoroughly enjoyed it- and would definately recommend it.....

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