Availability: Unrestricted available worldwide. Description The stakes are high. Sign up for our newsletter! Receive weekly special offers exclusive to newsletter subscribers! The Navy Justice Series. It can prevent the next war. But it will cost the life of the person he loves the most.
Now, with the limelight behind him, all Zack wants to do is forget. But the radical Islamic organization behind the chaplains has a long memory—and a thirst for revenge.
Now the Navy has a need for Zack that eclipses all else. When an unthinkable act of aggression brings Israel and its Arab neighbors to the brink of war, Zack and co-counsel Diane Colcernian are called to the case of a lifetime. As leading nations focus their gaze upon these two, other eyes are watching as well.
A kidnapping, an ultimatum…and suddenly, Zack faces an impossible choice. If he loses this case, the world could explode into war. And Lieutenant Zack Brewer has been chosen to prosecute them for treason and murder.
Only three years out of law school, Zack has already made a name for himself, winning the coveted Navy Commendation medal. With Diane Colcernian, his staunchest rival, as assistant prosecutor, Zack takes on internationally acclaimed criminal defense lawyer Wells Levinson. And when Zack and Diane finally agree to put aside their animosity, it causes more problems than they realize. Don served five years in the U. Navy as an officer in the Judge Advocate General's JAG Corps, which gave him an exceptional vantage point into both the Navy and the inner workings "inside-the-beltway" as an action officer assigned to the Pentagon.
He left active duty in to pursue private practice, but remained on inactive status through , rising to the rank of Lieutenant Commander. He and his family live in North Carolina, where he pursues his passion for penning novels about the Navy. Quarter to twelve. Enough time for a little walk, maybe some sightseeing, and perhaps even lunch and a couple of drinks before summoning his pilot for the return flight to Riyadh. He donned the jacket of his Armani business suit and stepped from the front door of Barclays onto the sidewalk beside Zurich's world famous, charming Bahnhofstrasse.
Squinting into the bright sunlight, he slipped on a pair of designer sunglasses. Around him bustled serious looking businessmen speaking into cellular phones, young mothersor perhaps au pairs; he could not tell the differencepushing prams, laughing young lovers, and groups of beautiful women carrying smart bags from expensive clothing boutiques. On either side of the street, flower vendors displayed profusions of colorful bouquets, and halfway to the corner, a group of students crowded around a bakery window.
A cool breeze hit his face, and he closed his eyes, drawing the pristine Swiss air into his lungs. He breathed in, almost smiling at the invigorating result. Why did Allah place the great cities of the faith in the middle of a scorching, God-forsaken desert rather than in a place like Zurich? At home, survival was impossible without air-conditioning. Here, nature provided it. But the Great Faith had spawned where it had, and Allah had his purposes. Perhaps to avoid distractions, which abounded here.
A traffic light stopped him just before he reached the Swiss National Bank Building, and he turned left toward Stathausquai, on the east bank of the Limmat River.
The deep blue waters of the river, fed by the melting snow from the Alps, flowed into Lake Zurich a few blocks to his right. Abdur never grew tired of this view. If paradise was like any city in the world, surely Zurich would be at the top of the list. He watched two tour boats churning south toward the lake. The sounds of laughteryoung and femininebroke into his thoughts. He turned toward a sidewalk cafe across the street, on the bank of the river. They sat giggling under an umbrella at a white wrought-iron table.
He did not need to blink even twice to see they were blond, well figured, and perhaps in their mid-twenties. They were all blue-eyed.
They were Swiss; how could they not have eyes the color of a summer alpine sky? She shot him a coquettish smile, tilting her head slightly toward an empty table next to hers.
The outdoor cafe on the riverbank would make a perfect spot for lunch and a cocktail. And who knew? Perhaps this was his lucky day.
A successful business session in the morning. An unanticipated rendezvous in the afternoon before leaving the country? Blond European women seemed to be inordinately attracted to clean-shaven Arab men in expensive business suits.
Or so he had been told when he studied at Oxford. Abdur sat at the table next to the foursome. They spoke German, which was no impediment to his eavesdropping. He was fluent in the three official languages of SwitzerlandGerman, French, and Italian in addition to having mastered English and, of course, his native Arabic. Such were the privileges of an educational pedigree for which money had been no object.
He inched his chair closer to the pretty one, and now she was only a stone's throw from him. When the wind shifted, he caught a whiff of exquisite perfume. Is it hers?
He couldn't tell. As he listened, he heard her speak in a low, velvety tone as she announced she had ended her relationship with her boyfriend. She sighed deeplyfor his sake, perhaps? Such an unfaithful dog. Or merely coincidence? Nothing is coincidental. Everything is calculated. Abdur ordered a cocktail and contemplated his next move.