https://mrpresident2016.wordpress.com Chapter 16 RICK KNEW SOMETHING WAS WRONG. Very wrong. Ruyah wasn’t in his head and all he heard were the usual hotel sounds; the TV, snoring, couples arguing, and couples moaning in ecstasy. But still, something wasn’t right.
https://mrpresident2016.wordpress.com Chapter 8 ARMY SPECIALIST OPERATIONS OFFICER Roy Johnson, was trying to be as inconspicuous as possible while keeping an eye on his new target. But, he was clearly irritated by Director Loudoun’s questions. Did she really think that he’d deliberately gotten the old man killed? If he hadn’t already figured it out, this call… Read More Mr. President 2016 -Chapter 8
https://mrpresident2016.wordpress.com Chapter 7 FBI DIRECTOR MARLENE LOUDOUN, is a woman of short stature, but her ram-rod straight posture and three inch heels made people perceive her as being taller than she was. She had a delicate heart shaped face that spoke well of her African heritage and a lithe sinewy body that she kept in… Read More Mr. President 2016 – Chapter 7
https://mrpresident2016.wordpress.com Chapter 6 “SO, WHAT CAN YOU tell me Ken?” Dr. Kenneth Wilson, Deputy Chief Medical Examiner, i.e. the Coroner, for the Washington, DC area FBI and the Metro Division Police, held a PhD in Forensic Pathology from the University of California at Irvine. He’d graduated tops in his class from John Hopkins University, obtaining… Read More Mr. President 2016 – Chapter 6
https://mrpresident2016.wordpress.com Chapter 5 “MISSY, MY LOVE, I’m afraid we’re going to have to continue this at another time,” Stone said, helping Missy to extricate herself from beneath his authentic replica of John F. Kennedy’s famous Oval Office desk. The one with the famous picture of John-John hiding in it. As soon as Missy had redressed… Read More Mr. President 2016 – Chapter 5
https://mrpresident2016.wordpress.com Chapter 4 MALCOLM MAVIS WALKED slowly down the hall on his way to the Oval Office. He was taking his time; giving the two headache tablets he’d taken as soon as his vehicle had entered the underground parking area, time to work. He had to tell the President the news. It was nine o’clock,… Read More Mr. President 2016 – Chapter 4
https://mrpresident2016.wordpress.com Chapter 3 DEMYAN ZAKHAROV, Special Forces Agent for the GRU, the Russian military intelligence agency, stood a ways away from the chaotic scene unfolding on the other side of the Potomac, smoking a Belomorkanal papirosa cigarette laced with a touch of marijuana.
