Introducing the third book in the John J. Cannon Trilogy – Our Justice
The terrorist leader and financier Matt Jacobs figured out a way to eliminate the President. He is relying on John Cannon’s stature as a hero to help him carry it off. John finds himself walking the fine line of pretending to help Matt while trying to figure out a countermeasure to the plan.
The action begins with John fearing for his life. Clearly, whoever is trying to get him has a mission to accomplish and the elimination of John is at the top of the to-do list. The quest to survive takes John and his love, Stephanie from the beaches of Port Aransas to West Virginia and finally to Matt Jacob’s corporate headquarters at the Embarcadero Center in San Francisco. There John finally understands what he needs to do to protect both he and Stephanie from further mayhem.
The third book in the John J. Cannon Trilogy brings together two strong wills for a showdown. The question to be answered is who will feel the satisfaction that the achievement of justice delivers? John, Matt or neither?
Our Justice is available on Amazon and KDP now in e-book format for preorder at $2.99 with shipments starting on September 23rd. The paper edition will be available on Amazon September 23rd at $14.99. Here is the link for pre-order of the e-book https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01LDFM9WM?ref_=pe_2427780_160035660
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I see out of the corner of my eye that Ned is on the phone. Hopefully, he’s calling in reinforcements since it looks like the SUV is gaining on us. Just as the rear window of the Focus blows inward, he finishes the call. Hundreds of pieces of glass hit Ned and me. Luckily, it’s shatterproof stuff, so we’re mostly okay cut wise. Ned crouches down and fires three quick shots with his 9MM. In the mirror, the SUV swerves to the left and almost explodes after it rams a parked car. “Stop,” Ned yells.
I slam on the brakes, which nearly tosses Ned through the windshield. “For shit’s sake, I don’t have a seatbelt on, junior, so take it easy. Just stop and turn around.”
“You think those guys are still alive? The way that SUV went into that parked car, I would bet the driver is no longer with us.”
“Yeah, I bet you’re right. Just in case, though, slow down and stop fifty feet before them.”
I slow the Focus and come to a stop. Steam rises from what used to be the front of the SUV. The entire front end has been driven into the parked car, which looks like an old Cadillac—good and heavy, which doesn’t bode well for the SUV.
Ned gets out of the Focus and stands behind the door with his gun aimed at the SUV. “Don’t see anyone moving,” he says. “I’m going to approach the vehicle from the right. You stay here.”
He didn’t need to remind me to stay out of the way. By now, I’ve learned to let the professionals handle the sticky situations. Ned moves off to the right and walks at a slow pace up the slight grassy incline, which ends at the side of the surf shop. It’s obvious that he isn’t going to approach the SUV directly. I have to assume the line of fire for the guys in the SUV is severely restricted, since the way the SUV came to rest on the parked car, it’s as if it was parked that way on purpose. They’ll have to sight and fire out of the side windows, which will be tough since all the windows are up. Just when I thought there was no one alive in the SUV, a loud blast from inside blows out the rear side window and onto the grass. Ned falls down on his stomach, and I’m not sure if he’s been hit. While I sit wondering, a round of automatic fire erupts from the SUV, and the bullets stitch a line slightly above Ned, throwing up pieces of brick and mortar in a reddish haze.
I punch the accelerator on the focus and steer into the rear of the SUV. The airbags deploy, and the impact to my head leaves me dazed. A couple of seconds later, the bags deflate, and while still seeing stars, I attempt to open the door and get out. Something tells me to move quickly, and then I realize that the smell of gasoline is everywhere. I must have punctured the fuel tank. When I lift the handle and push against the door with my shoulder, nothing happens. I realize I am also still in the seat belt and think this is why I can’t move. I unlatch the belt and shove hard on the door and still cannot open it.
John’s main interests are reading and writing. He turned to writing as a full-time occupation after an extensive career in business. John writes fictional short stories and novels as well as a daily blog. His first novel, My GRL is available on Amazon and wherever e-books are sold. His second, His Revenge is available on Amazon and KDP Select.
John lives on a barrier island in the Gulf of Mexico off the coast of South Texas with his wife and spoiled rescue pets.
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