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Announcing "The Carolyn Factor"
by J. J. Bruce (Voyles)
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"First and foremost a thriller, with danger and duplicity around every turn. There is plenty of cloak and dagger...The author doesn't stint on the auction...Bruce weaves a lean narrative with few wasted words in his fast paced tale..."
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Some Excerpts from "The Carolyn Factor":
Chapter 1
Dilemma: Choosing between two unfavorable alternatives.
My dilemma was picking which of the two men standing before me I must shoot first.
The one on the left, tall, hawk-faced with a scar down his left cheek and a tattoo up his neck, or the thick man on the right, his eyes squinted into narrow slits. Both held drawn pistols at their side.
My decision was complicated by the Glock 43 in my grip was still inside my jacket pocket. The round chambered would fire-and the slide would cycle back, trying to flick out the empty brass, but the folds of the pocket would push the brass back into the chamber as the slide slammed forward, tangling with the new round attempting to feed into the empty barrel. A jam.
A jam that could only be cleared by withdrawing the pistol and jacking the slide, hopefully allowing gravity to clear the chamber and dropping the empty brass and the live round now jammed to the pavement, allowing a new live round to feed and be ready for the second shot. It takes time. Too much time.
During that time either of the men I did not shoot would have time, maybe a lifetime, to raise the pistol in his hand at his side and fire before I could clear my weapon. At 10-feet he could not miss. Who would be the slower to react?
A dilemma whose decision time was down to milliseconds. I locked eyes and caught one man's eyes widen-the choice made. The only sound I could hear was my heart. Kawhump. And it began, slower than slow motion. I saw his eyes widen more and heard another heartbeat. Kawhump.
This was nothing I had envisioned in my worst nightmare, but here it was. I am not sure I heard my shot, but as my small cylinder of jacketed lead bore through my jacket and onward to its intended target, before I knew if my gambit was even half effective, the rush of events that had brought me to this point flashed through my mind like an hour long movie crammed into a half-second, before I heard my next heartbeat, the reason I was here was a single name whispering in neon. Carolyn.
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"Discretion was indeed required. Speria had accumulated one of the largest collections of fine elephant ivory handmade knives in the world, carved ivory Randall knives by Tom Leschorn, scrimshawed ivory handled knives by Bob Engnath and even a dozen ivory knives by Buster Warenski, Bob Loveless, and Jess Horn that he had commissioned. What made them even more unique was Speria, a serious art buyer as well, commissioned a few of the leading painters in the art world to scrim the ivory handles of his knives."
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"Japanese swords are not a specialty of mine, but I do have a working knowledge. My first introduction was at a South Carolina knife and gun show and a gray-haired man walked by with a sword on his shoulder. My tablemate was a wheeler-dealer. "How much on the Samurai?" he asked. The man stopped and approached the table. I could see the tsuba was gold but remained silent.
"Five hundred dollars," he said."
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"Carolyn gave a soft laugh. "OK." I went into my room and packed my own bug out bag, putting in the Glock 22 and four clips, jeans, cap, reversible workout tee, jacket, and a wicked sharp dagger handmade by Daniel Winkler from Blowing Rock. The knife was an old reliable friend dating back to the Helmed"
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"I knew he had paid over $200,000 for a knife attributed to Jim Bowie's brother Rezin, because I had sold it to him--for cash without filling out the government paperwork. And even more important, I trusted him."
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"He raised his pants leg over his prosthesis, unsnapped a compartment where his calf would be, placed my Daniel Winkler dagger inside and closed it back, replacing his pants leg. "Damn near forgot the dagger I normally carry there when I was heading for the plane this morning," he laughed. "Had to go back to the car and put the knife under the seat."
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