The Chemtrail Conspiracy Set (Lady Justice Book 22)

by Robert Thornhill

  Then he turned to me and took my hand. “Thanks, Walt. I said I needed a good private eye and you came through for me.” Then he patted me on the back. “That’s one you owe me off the books, but don’t forget, there’s still one left.”

  “What the hell was that all about?” Kevin asked.

  “It’s a long story. I’ll tell you sometime.”

  CHAPTER 19

  I was feeling pretty good as we left the courthouse. Kevin kept yapping about the quirky turn of events at the trial. I wanted to tell him how we’d pulled it off, but I knew the less people who knew the truth, the better.

  We were heading to the parking lot when I spotted Carmine and his brother, Frankie. My first thought was that they were heading to Antonelli’s for a celebratory drink, but then I caught a glimpse of something shiny pressed into Carmine’s back.

  I pointed them out to Kevin. “What’s that look like to you?”

  He stared for a moment. “It looks to me like the Marchettis are going to have a not-so-brotherly chat.”

  “Looks that way to me, too. I say we follow them.”

  “Are you carrying?” Kevin asked.

  Since no guns were allowed in the courthouse, I hadn’t bothered to pack any hardware. “Uhhh, no, I’m not.”

  “Figures,” he sighed. “Mine’s under the front seat of the car. I’ll drive.”

  Kevin idled in the lot until Frankie and Carmine were well under way. We followed them to I-29 North and soon they took the Front Street exit and headed northeast.

  “Bet a buck Frankie’s taking him to River Front Park,” Kevin said.

  Sure enough, Frankie turned left on Monroe to the park entrance.

  This time of year and at this time of day, the park was deserted.

  “If we follow him in, he’ll see us sure as shootin’,” Kevin said. “How would you feel about a little hike? I say we circle around and see what we can see.”

  “Works for me,” I replied.

  Kevin parked, retrieved his Glock from under the seat, and we headed across the grassy field, running from tree to tree for cover.

  We crossed over a little knoll and saw Carmine on his knees and Frankie had a gun to the back of his head.

  We inched closer on our bellies until we could hear bits and pieces of their conversation.

  “You don’t have to do this, Frankie,” Carmine pleaded. “We can work something out.”

  “Too late for that, Big Brother. As long as you’re alive I’ll always be a second banana. I thought for sure they’d put you away on this one, but somehow you wiggled out of it again. You’re one lucky son-of-a-bitch, but now your luck’s run out.”

  “But Frankie! I’m your brother. We’re blood!”

  “That may be, but you’ve had your time. Now it’s my turn to run the family business. If you got any last words, now’s the time.”

  When Carmine didn’t reply, Frankie pulled back the hammer of his revolver. “So long, Big Brother.”

  Kevin leaped to his feet. “Put the gun down, Frankie, or they’ll be two dead Marchettis bleeding out in River Front Park.”

  “What the hell! Who are you guys?”

  “Just a couple of concerned citizens,” I replied. “Now put down that gun before my friend here gets trigger happy.”

  As soon as Frankie dropped the gun, Carmine snatched it up.

  “Walt! You’re a sight for sore eyes. Looks like you got here just in time. Sorry you had to see that.”

  “Yeah, me too, but at least you’ll have witnesses to confirm your story this time.”

  “I don’t think so,” he replied.

  “What do you mean? We saw everything.”

  “Right, but no cops.”

  “But Carmine, he was going to bust a cap in the back of your head.”

  “Sure he was, but it don’t matter. If the cops come sniffin’ around, it will just open a whole can of worms. After what happened in court today, they’d like nothin’ better than to take another crack at me.”

  “Carmine!” I protested. “We can’t just ---.”

  He held up his hand cutting me off. “Walk away, Walt. This is family business. Please do us both a favor and just walk away.”

  I looked at Kevin, and we both looked at the .357 Magnum in Carmine’s hand.

  He nodded. “Let’s go, Walt.”

  As we turned to walk away, Carmine shouted, “That’s two, Gumshoe. We’re even. All square. I won’t forget this.”

  I’m sure I’ll never forget that moment either.

  There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that before the evening was over, Frankie Marchetti would be wearing the concrete shoes he had brought for his brother.

  A few short months ago, I was a cop, sworn to uphold the law, and yet, in the last twenty-four hours, I had committed perjury, tampered with evidence, and walked away from a gangland murder.

  Maybe I was just trying to rationalize things I wouldn’t have considered doing back then, but when I thought about the possible consequences of what might have happened had I not done those things, somehow I felt that justice had been served.

  I had been warned that working for the Lady Justice wearing the high heels and fishnet stockings would be vastly different from serving the Lady in the white flowing robe wearing a blindfold.

  I just didn’t realize how different it would actually be.

  EPILOGUE

  The next morning, the headline in the Star read, Carmine Marchetti Acquitted in the Death of Reporter Jack Carson.

  I couldn’t help but marvel at the paradox. On the very day Marchetti had been rightfully cleared of one murder, he had most likely committed another.

  As I reflected on the events of the past few weeks, I really couldn’t fault Detective Blaylock. It was certainly more reasonable to believe Jack had been killed by an incensed mobster than government agents protecting a clandestine program hidden from the public for decades. While Occam’s razor may apply in the long run, it certainly didn’t in this case.

  One positive outcome was that I was no longer obligated to Carmine Marchetti. It felt like a huge burden had been lifted off my shoulders knowing I was no longer beholden to the godfather of the Kansas City mafia.

  I was actually feeling pretty good and had a positive outlook on life until I stepped outside and saw a half dozen trails crisscrossing the sky from one horizon to the other.

  Sadly, it occurred to me that in spite of all that had been done and all the lives that were lost, the deadly trails were still with us.

  I remembered the days of my youth, when I would lay in the pasture after helping Grandpa with his chores, or in the outfield grass after a game, staring at the fluffy white clouds, my imagination running wild.

  Even though he gave his life to prevent it, Jack Carson’s unborn child would never have that opportunity. Instead, he would look into the sky and see gritty streaks that would dissipate into a dirty grey haze that would block the rays of the sun.

  I thought about how much had changed in the hundred and sixty years since Chief Seattle spoke those words of wisdom, “Teach your children that the earth is our mother. Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons of the earth. If men spit upon the ground, they spit upon themselves.”

  And yet, those who govern us do exactly that --- they spit upon the earth. The aluminum, barium and ethylene dibromide fall from the sky poisoning the earth, so that today our crops cannot be grown as Mother Nature intended, but only from genetically modified seeds created to thrive in the polluted soil.

  The air we breathe fills our lungs with toxins and pollutes our bodies just as it does the soil, weakening our immune system and enabling crippling disease.

  The leaders of the world gather at an international conference, pompously declaring they are seeking solutions to climate change caused by greenhouse gasses, while the real agenda is climate manipulation through global spraying and the use of ionospheric heaters such as the HAARP installation, scattered throughout the world.

  The sad
dest part of this whole scenario is that the people who are involved in this program and actually know the truth, fear for their very lives and dare not come forward, and the rest of us, the millions who go about our daily lives, are seemingly oblivious to the trails that have been crossing the skies for decades.

  I know that every time I look up and see those abominable trails, I will name each one, Jack Carson, Frank Katz, Louise Shipley, Dale Fox and Maria Lopez. I will remember the sacrifice they made, and hope that someday the truth will be revealed and their sacrifice will not have been in vain.

  I thought about the manila envelope that had been sequestered in my safe, and the five people who died trying to bring its contents to light. I could only imagine where it was at that moment. I had no doubts that it had been snatched from the hands of Judge Weathers and most likely destroyed.

  Coincidently, before turning the evidence over to the court, I copied every piece, and like its predecessor, it is hidden away in my safe. I will never tell a living soul that it exists, but who knows, it just might come in handy someday.

  Sometimes Truth Is Stranger Than Fiction

  While Lady Justice and the Conspiracy Trial is a work of fiction, the fundamental elements of the story are based in truth.

  Is the chemtrail conspiracy real?

  Check out the following references and decide for yourself!

  Are chemtrails real?

  http://www.collective-evolution.com/2014/04/18/nasa-admits-to-chemtrails-as-they-propose-spraying-stratospheric-aerosols-into-earths-atmosphere/

  Read the words of a military pilot like Dale Fox, who actually flew missions for the Indigo Skyfold program.

  http://stateofthenation2012.com/?p=10890

  Learn the facts about the HAARP installation in Gakona, Alaska.

  http://www.haarp.net/

  http://www.geoengineeringwatch.org/want-to-know-about-haarp/

  How Operation Cloverleaf uses the HAARP installation for both weather modification and defense.

  http://www.disclose.tv/forum/project-cloverleaf-chemtrails-and-their-purpose-t72795.html

  Is the Pinal Air Park in Marana, Arizona, visited by Jack Carson really a base for chemtrail pilots?

  http://stopnortherncaliforniachemtrails.blogspot.com/2014/12/pinal-county-airpark.html

  Is the huge chemical giant, Monsanto linked to the chemtrail conspiracy?

  http://www.geoengineeringwatch.org/chemtrails-killing-organic-crops-monsantos-gmo-seeds-thrive/

  http://weatherpeace.blogspot.com/2013/08/connecting-dots-monsanto-and-weather.html

  Jack Carson tried to interview Kristen Meghan without success. Was she actually a military bio-environmental engineer turned whistleblower?

  http://www.geoengineeringwatch.org/ex-military-bio-environmental-engineer-kristen-meghan-blows-whistle-on-air-force-chemtrails/

  Is the earth’s climate really changing or is the weather being manipulated?

  http://theweathereffect.com/#Lucy%20in%20the%20Sky%20with%20Diamonds

  https://www.rt.com/usa/320554-antarctica-gaining-ice-nasa/

  http://www.naturalnews.com/052333_COP21_global_warming_climate_quackery.html

  http://www.naturalnews.com/045695_global_warming_fabricated_data_scientific_fraud.html

  The recently released Italian documentary on chemtrails.

  http://www.theeventchronicle.com/study/italian-chemtrails-secret-war-free-film/

  CIA operative, Kevin Shipp, describes the government’s enforcement of the ‘secrecy agreement’ used to silence whistleblowers.

  http://www.geoengineeringwatch.org/former-prominent-cia-officer-shares-details-of-the-governments-all-out-war-against-whistleblowers-with-geoengineeringwatch-org/

  Details of Operation Shield revealed by a scientist involved with the program.

  http://www.geoengineeringwatch.org/why-are-they-spraying-answers-from-an-insider/

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Award-winning author, Robert Thornhill, began writing at the age of sixty-six and in six short years has penned twenty-two novels in the Lady Justice mystery/comedy series, the seven volume Rainbow Road series of chapter books for children, a cookbook and a mini-autobiography.

  Lady Justice and the Sting, Lady Justice and Dr. Death, Lady Justice and the Vigilante, Lady Justice and the Candidate, Lady Justice and the Book Club Murders, Lady Justice and the Cruise Ship Murders, Lady Justice and the Vet and Lady Justice and the Pharaoh’s Curse won the Pinnacle Award for the best new mystery novels of Fall 2011, Winter 2012, Summer 2012, Fall 2012, Spring of 2013, Summer 2014 and Fall 2014 from the National Association of Book Entrepreneurs.

  Many of Walt’s adventures in the Lady Justice series are anecdotal and based on Robert’s real life.

  Although Robert holds a master’s in psychology, he has never taken a course in writing and has never learned to type. All 32 of his published books were typed with one finger and a thumb!

  His wit and insight come from his varied occupations, including thirty-three years as a real estate broker. He lives with his wife, Peg, in Independence, Missouri.

  Visit him on the Web at: http://BooksByBob.com

  LADY JUSTICE TAKES A C.R.A.P.

  City Retiree Action Patrol

  Third Edition

  This is where it all began.

  See how sixty-five year old Walt Williams became a cop and started the City Retiree Action Patrol.

  Meet Maggie, Willie, Mary and the Professor, Walt’s sidekicks in all of the Lady Justice novels.

  Laugh out loud as Walt and his band of Senior Scrappers capture the Realtor Rapist and take down the Russian Mob.

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  LADY JUSTICE AND THE LOST TAPES

  Second Edition

  When corrupt politicians, the Italian mob and a dirty cop collude to take over a Northeast neighborhood, Walt is recruited for the most bizarre undercover assignments of his new career.

  When conventional police work fails to solve the case, once again his band of scrappy seniors come to the rescue.

  In the process, the amazing discovery of a previously unknown session by a deceased rock ‘n’ roll idol stuns the music industry. What should be a joyous occasion soon turns dark as lives are threatened.

  All of your favorite characters, along with two lovable additions are back to help Walt in his quest for justice.

  Their adventures and misadventures are sure to keep you captivated – and splitting your sides!

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  LADY JUSTICE GETS LEI’D

  Second Edition

  In Lady Justice Gets Lei’d, Walt and Maggie plan a romantic honeymoon on the beautiful Hawaiian Islands, but ancient artifacts discovered in a cave in a dormant volcano and a surprising revelation about Maggie’s past, lead our lovers into the hands of Hawaiian zealots.

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  LADY JUSTICE AND THE

  AVENGING ANGELS

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  Lady Justice has unwittingly entered a religious war.

  Who better to fight for her than Walt Williams?

  The Avenging Angels believe that it’s their job to rain fire and brimstone on Kansas City, their Sodom and Gomorrah.

  In this compelling addition to the Lady Justice series, Robert Thornhill brings back all the characters readers have come to love for more hilarity and higher stakes.

  You’ll laugh and be on the edge of your seat until the big finish.

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  LADY JUSTICE AND THE STING

  BEST NEW MYSTERY NOVEL ---WINTER 2012

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  In Lady Justice and the Sting, a holistic physician is murdered and Walt becomes entangled in the high-powered world of pharmaceutical giants and corrupt politicians.

  Maggie, Ox Willie, Mary and all your favorite characters are back to help Walt bring the criminals to justice in the most unorthodox ways.

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p; A dead-serious mystery with hilarious twists!

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  LADY JUSTICE AND DR. DEATH

  BEST NEW MYSTERY NOVEL --- FALL 2011

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  In Lady Justice and Dr. Death, a series of terminally ill patients are found dead under circumstances that point to a new Dr. Death practicing euthanasia in the Kansas City area.

  Walt and his entourage of scrappy seniors are dragged into the ‘right-to-die-with-dignity’ controversy.

  The mystery provides a light-hearted look at this explosive topic and death in general.

  You may see end-of-life issues in a whole new light after reading Lady Justice and Dr. Death!

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  LADY JUSTICE AND THE VIGILANTE

  BEST NEW MYSTERY NOVEL – SUMMER 2012

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  A vigilante is stalking the streets of Kansas City administering his own brand of justice when the justice system fails.