A ghetto cab driver has his friend's apartment demolished by an incendiary device and is arrested by the FBI for the theft of government property The cab driver knows his friend is innocent and sets out to investigate with the aid of barrio gangland contacts. In the process, he uncovers a Colombian cartel's smuggling scheme involving a new military high explosive and becomes pursued by the cartel's hit men and the law. In an effort to clear himself and his friend, he retaliates, using the incendiaries as weapons of choice. Literally an explosive tale!
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About the Author
Basic (boring) facts: I was born at Ahualoa, Hamakua, Hawaii on April 26, 1935 at 7:39 PM. Attended school in Hawaii. Graduate from St. Louis College (now Chaminade College), To avoid the draft, I enlisted in the USAF but was recruited out of Boot Camp by an "intelligence agency" and served 3+ years in the Far East where I picked up the code name Leroy Dumont (don't ask). Resigned and returned to the States to form an outlaw motorcycle club with my partner then, when I almost killed myself on my Zundapp (a real Nazi SS pursuit motorcycle), I decided to go to college for the next fifteen years. Was a liaison aide for a U.S. Congressman along with other political offices. Then burned out and settled into electronics (computer type). Programmed a while in Pascal and a few other languages. Had two wives, one died, one divorced. Six sons and a host of grandchildren et cetera now counting over 22. Spent all this time writing. Retired and now writing full time. See, I warned you it would be boring. All of the spicy, erotic, exciting and illegal stuff I incorporate in my novels. It's safer that way. There is no statute of limits in fiction. Know what I mean?