The other girl slipped her arms around his neck. “Is the powerful Pindar afraid of a dead man?” she asked and plunged a syringe into his jugular.
He flailed at his neck and then grabbed his chest. The girls flipped his torso onto the balcony wall, and his cheek smooshed onto brick coping. His pupils darted from side to side.
“Your fall will be blamed on a heart attack just like you blamed al Qaeda for the September 11 attacks.”
He felt a breeze on his face and legs, and he heard the whores talking, but he couldn’t move a muscle. He could no longer move his pupils and saw only straight ahead.
* * *
His prayers finished, the Cardinal Once-Again began to stand, but his knees would not budge from the ground. He was one with the earth, and words began to flow from his mouth. “Thrust into hell Satan and all evil spirits who wander through the world for the ruin of souls. Amen.”
* * *
The tall girl stepped into her dress. She grabbed Moen Pindar’s left ankle and looked at her companion. “Ready?”
The shorter girl gripped his right ankle, and nodded. “Now.”
The women pushed Moen Pindar off the balcony and watched him nosedive. His head smacked the pavement and a dark red stain spread across Rothschild Boulevard.
* * *
Dewer’s secretary threw the office door open. A crashing noise had brought him in on the run. He slowed when he saw his employer relaxing in his favorite chair by the window. A small puddle lay on the floor near Mr. Rock’s shoes. He sidestepped to the closet and retrieved cleaning supplies. “I’ll clean that straight away, sir.”
Paper towels and spray cleaner in hand, he approached the mess. The cane Mr. Rock had depended on since his eightieth year lay on the floor, the intricate handle broken into two pieces.
“Mr. Rock, what happened?”
Silence.
He looked into his employer’s open eyes. “Oh, sir.” He bowed his head for a moment before bending to sop up the whiskey puddle. He gasped. A halo of shimmering crystal surrounded the white sheep’s head husk that once was part of the cane handle. Spilled whiskey had drowned the wolf’s head and was dissolving the black finish.
The first step is to believe nothing and question
everything you think you know.
—David Icke
CRIMINAL COURT OF THE CITY OF NEW YORK
COUNTY OF NEW YORK
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THE PEOPLE OF THE STATE OF NEW YORK
V. STATE OF NEW YORK
1. DEWER ROCK M/86 COUNTY OF NEW YORK
2. MOEN PINDAR M/74
Defendants
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DET RICHARD CARSON of DB INTEL DIV, Shield# 001532, states that on or about September 11, 2001 at approximately 8:46 AM at One World Trade center and at approximately 9:03 at Two World Trade Center, and at approximately 9:59 hours at Two World Trade Center and at approximately 10:38 hours at One World Trade Center, County of New York, State of New York,
THE DEFENDANTS COMMITTED THE CRIMES OF:
1 (F) P.L. 125.27 (2759) MURDER 1
2 (F) P.L. 105.15 (2) CONSPIRACY 2
IN THAT THE DEFENDANTS DID: cause the deaths of 2759 persons, while acting with intent to cause the deaths of those people.
THE GROUNDS FOR THE DEPONENT’S BELIEF ARE AS FOLLOWS:
Deponent states, based on investigation, and witnesses known to the Police Department, that, at the above time and place, the defendants caused the deaths of 2759 persons by paying others to cause the collapses of occupied buildings.
FALSE STATEMENTS MADE HERIN ARE PUNISHABLE
AS A CLASS A MISDEMEANOR PURSUANT TO P.L.210.45
9/26/2001 (0900) DetRichard Carson
Afterword
The author wishes to express heartfelt condolences to all those who died, or are suffering, and their families.
She also wishes to clarify that she does not take the September 11 attacks lightly nor is she sensationalizing them. She published this novel with the sincere hope that raising awareness of false-flag terrorism will prevent a tragedy like September 11 from ever happening again.
Acknowledgements
Special thanks to colleagues, family, and friends for sharing their most frightening experiences with uncensored honesty, especially Lou and Pete, who made it home safe that awful day. A special remembrance to David, who sadly didn’t.
A very special thanks to the Jersey Girls for standing up for their husbands, and by so doing, all of us. Only one question shook up Dr. K—imagine the power of question-asking! Let’s all ask questions!
Special thanks and deep respect to all courageous truth finders, especially: Servando Gonzalez, David Icke, Jim Marrs, Daniel Estulin, David Wilcox, Chris Bollyn, the late Phil Marshall, the late Jim Tucker, Ron Paul, and G. Edward Griffith. A very special thanks to Alex Jones for bringing the global elite’s agenda out of the shadows. Applause for the organizers and participants of The Toronto Report. God bless you. Keep at it!
Special thanks to the readers who finished this book. Everything will be okay as more and more of us open our eyes. Stay positive!
Special thanks to my editor, Rachel, for exceptional attention to writing fundamentals and story elements. And for understanding the project from the get-go.
Special thanks to Neil, for creating a fascinating cover design that encapsulates the story concept perfectly. The man is a genius!
Special thanks to my favorite writing teacher, MM Pollard of Workshops with MM. And to the incredible instructors and supportive writers at SavvyAuthors.com.
Special thanks to my deep-thinking defender at Gotham, Lalji. Keep writing!
Special thanks to Marie for reading every draft and suggesting improvements every time. And to Shelly and Kim, for helpful and encouraging suggestions. And to Aunt Net for buying, reading and sharing the Day of Terror and The Subway Plot and encouraging me to continue writing.
Special thanks to my awake Facebook pals for their support. I couldn’t bear the rabbit hole alone.
Special thanks to Peter for finding speedy answers to my 19th Precinct questions.
Special thanks to my hairdresser, Melissa, for comforting my ego when the stress of this project caused my hair to fall out. Ugh!
Special thanks to Pete for pointing me to exceptional sources, and for taking his demotion to sergeant so well. And to my in-house awkward-sentence fixer, Jess. And to Peter for your warm hugs and kisses. A very special thanks to Mom and Dad for . . . everything.
Cover Design by Neil Hague
Neil Hague is a UK artist, authorial illustrator and lecturer, originally trained in graphics and book publishing. Over the past twenty years he has developed a 'unique' vision through his unique style of art and image-making. One that has been described as both spiritual and 'neo-shamanic' by people who have heard him lecture or who have seen his work.
www.neilhague.com
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