When Dr. Bailey Pogue becomes a trained informant for the FBI with orders to infiltrate a crime syndicate triad, he never expects his double life to cause those who love him to be the most suspicious, or for his daughter’s life to be in danger. In order to defeat a government espionage plot that threatens to upset the balance of power in the Middle East, stop the trafficking of young girls, and save his daughter, Pogue must outwit his foes while engaging in the battle of a lifetime—one he’s told he cannot win.
Although the book is a work of fiction, the synopsis notes that “…it is inspired by real events.” Brobst delivers a fast-paced thriller that is difficult to put down. He combines a suspenseful plot with a cast of well-developed characters. From the beginning of the story to the end, readers will relate to the protagonist, Pogue, as he wrestles the realistic conflict between protecting his family and doing the right thing.
– Critic’s Endorsement
Pogue, as a character, is a peculiar amalgam of human frailty and spectacular talent, and it’s fascinating to watch him adapt to the extreme stresses of his new life.
– Critic’s Endorsement
Don Brobst cuts a blazing swath from the Pyramids of Egypt to the Gold Cost of Chicago in this techno-thriller. His expertise in medicine, the Intelligence community and data communications leads the reader to a surprise ending.
– Joseph Courtemanche, Author of Assault on Saint Agnes and Nicholas of Haiti
An unexpected twist sends Dr. Bailey Pogue’s life spinning out of control. He’s struggling between the Mafia, the FBI and even the CIA. His only out is his ability to outthink every opponent and somehow stay alive. An action packed, plot-twisting thriller I didn’t put down until the final page.
– Robert Dugoni, #1 Amazon Best-Selling Author of The Tracy Crosswhite Series, The Extraordinary Life of Sam Hell and The Eighth Sister
As the nearby mosque echoed the afternoon call to prayer, he stood, walked to the balcony doors and admired the hundreds of minarets between him and the Nile. The echoes of imams calling for prayer beckoned him, but he finally closed the doors. He’d pray later.
Returning to his laptop, he perused the possibilities through several pages until he finalized his selection—five-two, blond hair, blue eyes, cheerleader, American.
A smile coursed his lips, and his pulse quickened at the thought of it. There’d be no recourse. His action would be final. The funds withdrawn from his account.
He hit “Enter.”