Death In The Arena

by John Brinling

Overview

A decade-old vengeance coursed through John Studebaker's veins.

For more years than he could remember, he had been pursuing a ruthless, mysterious drug lord named the Silver Fox. The pursuit destroyed his career as a DEA agent and a Rivertown cop. It led to the death of his wife and daughter. A good friend. And it sent him to prison for two years for crimes he didn't commit, much of it spent in solitary confinement.

When released, he set out to get his revenge on the drug lord. And on the traitor who had nearly destroyed him.

But at what cost?

Was it worth the lost of an idealistic politician who he had befriended, who might change the course of the world for the better?

Was it worth the loss of his new girlfriend, his brother, his best friend?

And was it worth the loss of the two kids who had become an integral part of his life?

In the end, did he really have a choice? He was who he was. And that man killed those who needed killing.

Product Details

BN ID:	2940032830177
Publisher:	John Brinling
Publication date:	10/06/2011
Sold by:	Smashwords
Format:	eBook
File size:	367 KB

About the Author

Author Bio: John Brinling

I was born in Pittsburgh, Pa. on June 8, 1936. I grew up in Pittsburgh and didn't leave home until I was 21 and heading off to graduate school at the University of Illinois in Chicago. I've attended multiple universities: Duquesne, U. of Illinois, U. of Pittsburgh, Columbia. And I have a B.S. in Pharmacy and an M.S. in Pharmacology. I was married in 1975 and have one daughter.

I have been writing all of my life. I wrote my first novel when I was sixteen. "Black Dawn." It dealt with segregation and the KKK. Whatever happened to it I don't know.
Since then, earning a living has preempted long periods of my life when I wrote very little. My wife and I are both in data processing (IT nowadays) and we usually work long hours when we are on a contract, which meant I spent little time writing fiction when gainfully employed. The birth of my daughter offered me another excuse for not writing, but that's what it was: an excuse. Writing is hard. But it's in my DNA and I keep returning to it, despite some part of me that prefers the lazy life. However, not writing is unthinkable, and I am constantly exploring ideas even when I'm not committing them to paper.
I lived and worked in Europe for seven years. I met my wife In Italy where we both worked for the same company, and were married in 1975. The contract we were working on ended that year and we took two years off to live in England, in a 300 year old farmhouse in Wiltshire. It was in that farmhouse that I wrote "The Ghost Of A Flea," as well as another book titled "Quarantine," which is a science fiction thriller.
"The Ghost" has a strong autobiographical component. I was a programmer/analyst. The office ambience in the novel is similar to life in my New York office, although the intrigues were of an entirely different nature. I had a good friend who lived in Sparta. I lived for a time near the George Washington Bridge. The building manager was an Irishman, who became a good friend, and an integral character in the book.
"Quarantine" is set in East Africa, where my wife and I vacationed, and I drew liberally on what we read, saw, and experienced.
I had an agent back then who marketed both books, and came very close to selling them to both Doubleday and St. Martins. Unfortunately he died before completing the sale and I put the books on a shelf and forgot about them for 35 years. Only this year did I resurrect them and publish them on Amazon'...