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"Say, I know what. Let me call my old friend, Herb Adams," said Smith, picking up his telephone and punching in the telephone number of the FBI field office in Minneapolis.
Herb Adams, the special agent in charge of the Federal Bureau of Investigation's Minneapolis/St. Paul field office, was a friend of Smith's from his FBI days. Six foot six inches tall, Adams still retained the powerful build from his college days as a fullback on the University of Nebraska football team. He was one of the Bureau's highest ranking black agents. Unlike more ambitious agents, Adams did not view his assignment to the Northland as being exiled to Siberia.
Most agents wanted to be in high visibility field offices such as New York, Atlanta, or Los Angeles. Adams, in contrast, felt that his abilities would shine through no matter where he was and that the rather sleepy pace of the twin cities of Minneapolis and St. Paul was just about right.
Even though he had known Smith for over twenty years, Adams still did not know the true nature of his friend's occupation. As far as Adams knew, Smith had left the Bureau about twelve years ago, when they were still earning their stripes, to become a security official with the State Department, unexpectedly. Adams had thought at the time that Smith's move was odd -- to leave a high-profile job as an FBI agent to become a faceless bureaucrat at the State Department. Shortly thereafter Smith had resigned from State to become an independent security consultant.
Although Adams thought it was curious that Smith had taken that path, he was pleased that his old friend seemed to be happy and prospering as an outside consultant. Adams had always found it funny, though, that Smith never talked business from the day he left the Bureau -- even when he was on his own as an independent consultant. It was unlike the gregarious Smith he had known while they were struggling as young special agents. Even though they didn't get together as often as they did when they were both in the Bureau, Adams always enjoyed his telephone chats with Smith.
When he heard that his friend was on the telephone, Adams dropped what he was doing to take the call.
"Hey, George, how've you been?"
Adams absentmindedly picked up the scuffed and well-worn leather football that had been sitting on his credenza. It was a memento from his University of Nebraska football days. He had made the winning touchdown in a close game with Notre Dame and had received the game ball for his efforts. On it were inscribed all of his classmates' signatures; some of whom had moved into the major leagues and were now big-time players. Herb always loved to hold that football when he was speaking on non-official business; it was like a talisman that the world was a much nicer place than what he saw in the course of his normal activities.
"Great, Herb. How have you been?"
"Nancy is looking at colleges; she may want to go east. Both Beth and I are really excited, but I've got to tell you, I'm too young to have someone in college."
"I know how you feel. When Charlie went to the University of Virginia this fall, his mom and I cried."
"How is Adele? Is her shop in Georgetown doing okay?"
"Adele's doing great, her shop had some shaky times at the start, but it's been going great guns since May. But that's not why I called."
"Oh?"
Herb replaced the football on to his credenza and sat upright in his seat.
"You know that I've been working as an outside consultant to the State Department."
"Yeah."
"One of my jobs is to help them maintain a network of special couriers for sending messages and packages internally around the continental United States."
There was a pause at the end of the line.
"I didn't know that State used special couriers internally."
"As you can imagine, it isn't publicized for obvious public relations reasons, but you can imagine that certain messages just cannot be sent over public telephone lines, by mail, or by Federal Express."
"I suppose so," Adams said; he was all business. "I guess that's why the State job was so interesting. How can this simple special agent be of help?"
"I'll be blunt. One of our couriers didn't show up at the appointed time and place. We think that something happened to him. Herb, this has to be handled with kid gloves. You can't file a field report on this."
"I understand. What information can you give me?"
"His name is Richard Winslow from Seattle, Washington. He was on Northwest Flight 8 from Seattle, Washington, this morning and arrived in Minneapolis/St. Paul about 5:00 p.m. He was supposed to transfer to Northwest Flight 376 for Washington's National Airport, scheduled to take off at 6:05 p.m. He never boarded that flight."
"Maybe he just decided to take a later flight."
"For reasons I can't discuss, these messengers are not the kind that would deviate from the schedule. Besides, if I told you, I'd have to kill you," said Smith, trying to joke his way out of an awkward moment.
Adams did not appreciate the humor. Smith was not the type to tell jokes, or lies. And when he tried, it was obvious.
*****
A STORY SO REAL THAT IT IS BECOMING REAL --
A very realistic science fiction thriller about the accidental discovery of mysterious, but mute, objects in the ocean in 1967 and what happened when they woke up in 1993 and began sending signals to outer space. Mike, pulled back into a clandestine agency to finish the job he began over twenty-three years ago as a. navy ensign , is strangely attacked by gangs of what look like ordinary Americans. Attacks he can handle, but he is shaken when he learns that a revered friend has died. Will the death of Mike's friend mean that the secret of these mysterious objects will be locked forever in the dark ocean bottom?
46 four and five star reviews on Amazon US and UK. 98,250+ words. Many more on other platforms. 354 pages.
This book is so realistic that readers often finish the book wondering, "if this story might not be fiction at all, but something very real and very disturbing."
Strongly recommended by noted U.S. book critic Alan Caruba, who says, "If you read just one novel in 2011, make it Falling Star."
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