Shadow Games
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The End
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Shadow Series:
Shadow Games
Shadow Spies
Shadow Twins
Shadow Reflections
Stand alone novels and short stories:
Reality Plague
Sail Beyond Tomorrow
Dear Collaborator
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Cheyenne Jackson – The case of the Hanged Harlot
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One day, I found I was without reading material.
Being a readoholic, the situation was intolerable. I’ve read countless novels, text books, and cereal boxes in my lifetime and I couldn’t find anything to read.
I’d browsed the library, shopped the bookstores, internet stores, and my favorite free sites, looking for something to feed my voracious appetite for books. Nothing interested me.
And then, I had an inspiration. If I couldn't find anything suitable to read, I’d have to write it myself. However, it would have to be something that I wanted to read, something that satisfied my thirst for adventure and wonder, something that made me cry, laugh, and feel love.
The result is the book you have just read and (hopefully) enjoyed.
Like many people, I’d always felt compelled to write a book, but like most, life got in the way. I never thought I could actually complete it, but I did, and it was a fantastic experience. I'm really having fun. So much fun, I wrote three more as part of a series.
However, I admit it, I was an amateur. (I’ve since gained experience). The first draft was trash, and so were the second and the third. I have to thank my mother-in-law Ginni, and my wife, Kitty, for their excellent insight. (Annoying as it may be, to find out that I am not perfect, and make many, many stupid mistakes.)
My wife actually encouraged me to complete this and was tolerant of my bad temper when I became impatient with interruptions. (What a wonderful woman!)
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Shadow Spies
By Doug Welch
Edited by P. A. Watkins
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Copyright © 2011 Douglas R. Welch
This book is a work of fiction. With the sole exception of certain historical figures: Characters, character's names and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Although some scenes in this novel occur during actual historical periods, all references to the actions of The British Embassy in Tehran or the British Intelligence Services are wholly contrived by the author and are fiction. Nothing in this novel may be construed as reflecting the actions of the Government of the United Kingdom before, during or after the Iranian Revolution and subsequent Crisis.
Caution: contains language and scenes not suitable for young children.
Shadoe exited the United Nations Security Council building, walked down the path toward the UN Gardens and lit a cigarette. He mentally cursed the ban on smoking indoors, while drawing the surge of nicotine into his lungs. Oh well, it gives me an excuse to be here. Now, where’s my bloody contact?
Although Shadoe was not his given name, he allowed no one to know that, he’d found it accidentally and loved the sound of it. Once having savored the irony of the name, he’d found it palatable, although many of his intelligence assets hated it.
Scanning the grounds, he spotted a dark figure standing under the shade of a tree, also smoking a cigarette. He strolled down the path toward him.
The figure resolved itself into a short husky man who, upon spying Shadoe, hurriedly dropped the unfinished smoke and crushed it under his heel.
“It’s about time you got here. Do you know how many of these damn things I’ve been puffing on? Damn things will kill you!”
Shadoe chuckled. “Dying is inevitable, Max. At least I’ll know my killer.”
Max looked away, gazing at the East River. “What do you want with me, Shadoe?”
Shadoe turned and followed his gaze, drawing again on his cigarette.
“I need you to assemble a team from our resources. They must all be American citizens, no foreign nationals, equipped with top of the line surveillance equipment, bugs, IR scanners, the works. I’ll provide you with a list later.”
Max nodded. “And the objective?”
“One of our retired assets began feeding us some very interesting information, I’d say critical information, about a year and a half ago, but he suddenly stopped reporting and went silent.”
Shadoe drew some photographs from his breast pocket. “It involves these two people.”
Max examined the photos and whistled. “They look remarkably alike.”
“Extraordinary, isn’t it? They’re fraternal twins, brother and sister. What’s more surprising is they may hold the key to the resolution of this entire conflict.”
Max handed the pictures back with evident distaste clouding his face. “We normally don’t involve civilians in this.”
Shadoe hissed his reply. “This is a war unlike any war the world’s ever seen, Max. It’s a war for the survival of the human species, and wars cause collateral damage. I know things about the informant that may limit the damage but no promises. You just obey your orders and assemble the team. I’ll take it from there.”
Max hesitated and then shrugged. “Your call. How can I contact you?”
Shadoe smiled. “Not here. I’m leaving – taking a trip. I’ll call you.”
Max raised his eyebrows. “Oh? – Where’re you going?”
“A very small town...in the middle of Kentucky.”
Shadoe flipped the cigarette butt into the grass, and walked back to the building.