Tilly was biracial, seventeen, and no fool when it came to turning her dream into reality. "I got a plan if you are bold enough. Lots of money I'm talking about." She moved in close and rubbed George where it felt good. "More money than you'll ever make in a lifetime. I'm asking if you want something better than working as a flunky pencil pusher in a sorry ass warehouse." Tilly's rubbing eased George Hall into the right frame of mind. Her plan made sense. Despite the fact that he was white and almost twice her age, they wouldn't be leaving Chattanooga, Tennessee with any problems chasing...

Miles beyond the city of Jerusalem, Paul finished installing the monitoring equipment near the recently exposed strip of ancient riverbed. He gave the barren land one final look for any signs of activity. Nothing made him suspicious. Back in Ohio, Special Projects Manager, James Terry, watched his computer screen. Seconds later, he called Paul Thomas. "It's working, he said. Paul picked up his tools and headed back to his vehicle. When he drove away, pebbles in the riverbed began moving about as if disturbed by a ground tremor. Beneath many of the bushes scattered across the barren land,...

I will never know for certain, but I think Aunt Levana had me in mind for becoming her helper, long before she decided to stir up the American people with her peculiar brand of politics, months before the Presidential election. Unfortunately, the diabolical scheme she created against several citizens in our town was much different. It begin innocently enough with the simple task of moving boxes of files to her home. At the time, I was following the leading candidates in both parties, and keeping a political journal, in order that future generations would know what it was like for a young man...