Beyond Parties

The leaders and fundraisers of both parties define themselves and each other in ideological terms, liberal or conservative. To play their game, you have to align yourself with either group and give money and time to the one you select. Then you are bombarded with endless requests for money to avoid the terrible results of the other party winning power. Arguing over which ideology will save the nation leads nowhere. Most Americans aren’t comfortable debating ideological issues.

We are a pragmatic people who are much more comfortable discussing issues. The media, big tech, labor unions, universities, and the American political elite love their world of endless ideological discussions. Why? Because they know shifting the discussions to issues makes it nearly impossible for them to control the outcome. But issues are what governments should be focused on.

You don’t have to be a member of either party to be interested in the price of gasoline at the pump, increases in property taxes, the rate of inflation, the cost of money, law and order on our streets, jobs for our youth, the cost of medical care, the protection of our borders, or the well-being of our national defense forces. We can all talk about those issues and dozens of others without being a Republican or a Democrat.

We are good people who can discuss issues without invoking the “ideological political speak” of political parties who are dividing our nation by promoting discussion of ideologic political points rather than day-to-day issues that can be discussed with friends and neighbors as we go about taking care of each other.

Beyond Parties

LOOKING AHEAD

Some years ago, I stopped blogging to take care of my wife, who was in a struggle with Alzheimer’s. She died last year at home surrounded by people who loved her. I am now 91 and believe I still have a few things to say about current politics.

First, a short look at my qualifications before I tell you what I think is important politically in our great nation.

I have two political science degrees, one from Pitt and a master’s from Duke. I am a Korean War veteran and later spent two years in Vietnam with the CIA. I have lived in a monarchy, a military dictatorship, a socialist government, and Russia’s version of a social democracy. My work led to extensive travel throughout the world.

I retired from the CIA after 21 years of service. Then I worked several years in the private sector and spent two years as a Special Assistant to President Reagan with staff responsibilities for terrorism, covert action, counter-intelligence, narcotics, and intelligence collection.

I have written a few hundred blogs on the Obama and Trump years, as well as five action novels and two political books. These can all be found on my website and on my pages in Amazon.

My new and yet to be written blogs will present a different approach to political activities in America. Thanks for reading.

LOOKING AHEAD

WHO TO VOTE FOR

A Democracy cannot exist without an informed citizenship. But who keeps the people informed? Certainly not the government. Governments often lie to the people. In the case of totalitarian governments the people know the government lies all the time. Since there is no such thing as free elections, votes don’t matter.

In our American Democracy votes count. Votes control what the government does. If voters don’t like what the Government is doing they vote to change it. That process means citizens can control the government they live under if they keep informed and understand they are responsible for what the Government they voted for is doing. If gas prices are five times higher than they were two years ago, if our southern border is only a line on a map and the cost of goods and services are climbing well beyond what many of us can afford, we are not going in the right direction.

Our once vaunted Justice system has lost its way. The FBI has forgotten no one in America is above the law. How can an objective to defund the police be consistent with law and order and the Government’s responsibility to protect its people? It can’t. Another anti-American and illegal action is the role leaders of our security and intelligence agencies have been playing in internal politics.

Voters who voted for the people and party that are responsible for these excesses must hold themselves responsible and vote to correct the numerous illegal actions we seem to be willing to ignore. But first we all become more informed. The media of the left and the right are not going to help us. They see their task as influencing us not informing us.

It is not that hard to stay informed. Pick four or five issues that are important to you and watch them. Here are some I use.

*The size of Government.

*The price of gas at the pump.

*Changes in the interest rate.

*The job market.

*Are my taxes higher or lower.

*Is the nation stronger and safer.

*Law and Order on the street.

*Do I have more or fewer personal life choices.

If you don’t like what you see in your issues, vote for change. If you expect the government or some politically controlled media outlet to inform you, move to any socialist or communist country. If you do nothing you will not have to move.

WHO TO VOTE FOR

BUILDING A BORDER WALL IN AMERICA

 

Why is the radical left in America so adamantly against building a wall along our Southern Border to curtail illegal immigration? Surely it would reduce the conflict between our border patrol and people seeking to enter our country illegally or to smuggle drugs and human traffic victims across the border. The cost is not that great and once built it would reduce the costs of protecting our Southern Border. Could it be the image of a democratic country denying unlimited entrance to people seeking a better life?  Not hardly, all countries protect their borders from unwanted smuggling or immigration. Borders are a basic definition of a country.

The Democratic strategists believe greatly increasing the influx of immigrants from South America is the surest way to make the Democratic, Socialist, or Progressive Party dominant in America. Immigrants from South America become Democrats. Many were Socialists before they crossed the border. Immigrants from Asia and Europe tend vote Republican. Radical leftists do not encourage those immigrants. The left opposed letting the boat people from Vietnam into America. Immigrants from Asia have added more than they have taken from the American dream. The leftist clamor for an open Southern Border is solely to strengthen the Democratic Party.

The Globalists and One Worlders who support the radical left’s border policy want cheap labor to increase the value of their investments. A continuing flow of immigrants from South America will provide a growing pool of cheap labor that will keep the price of labor low and increase the value of their investments. Remember the Globalists brought America the ‘Rustbelt’ and nourished it for decades behind a curtain of lies and weak leaders. To them profits are good no matter where they come from. Poverty in the rustbelt was simply part of the consequences of seeking profits from China and other foreign nations filling in for the loss of manufacturing in America or, as some have preached, redistributing wealth from America to lesser develop countries is a good thing. The Socialists agree but must wonder that except for the Soviet Union, all walls were built to keep people out. Only the Socialists had to build a wall to keep their citizens in. If the Socialists ever take control, they could use Trump’s wall to keep Americans in. It is a wall they will need. I have a few pieces of the Soviet Union’s wall the freed people tore down, so they could get out.

BUILDING A BORDER WALL IN AMERICA

“Justice without Mercy” getting serialized

Six months ago, the last chapter of the second novel in the Jack BraJWM Serialization.jpegndon series was published on this blog site. I have greatly enjoyed sharing my first two novels with readers in serialized form, “Run to Freedom” and “Justice Beyond Law.”

Now, I believe it’s time to share my third novel with you, “Justice without Mercy.” It picks up where “Justice Beyond Law” left off. Jack and Kathy are back with Shadow, as well as some new characters I promise you’ll love.

As always, if you can’t wait each week to read the next chapter, all my books are available on Amazon. Enjoy!

“Justice without Mercy” getting serialized

“Justice Beyond Law” Chapter Eighty-seven

Jack and Kathy experienced no problems in getting on the United flight to Tokyo. Apparently, they were not on any Indian watch list. Honolulu was wonderful. They walked and talked on the beach every day. They took surfing lessons, and Kathy proved herself to be the better surfer. In the evenings, they took turns selecting a new restaurant for an eating adventure.

Kathy gave into her passion and her love without even caring if she became pregnant. Jack could not get over the difference between his first wife and his relationship with Kathy. The strain and horror of the last six months gradually lessened. The immediate threat to them was gone. Now they had to concentrate on the future.

Jack knew they had a serious security problem. Other Brandon real estate was not a safe place. On the last day in Honolulu, Jack and Kathy talked about their security problem on a secluded beach in a deep ravine just outside Honolulu. They could find no way around the problem al-Qaeda and anyone with contacts with the Indian police either had their names and descriptions or could get them. In Jack’s case the terrorists already had his name and photo. Apparently anyone who knew how to use Fahad’s web page could get the information. Realistically, that ruled out using the house on Amelia Island, which was already up for sale.

Jack owned several other immense properties, but they weren’t sure they wanted to live on any of them. Jack said he wouldn’t mind trying Pawleys Island, S.C. “South Carolina is a state of warriors. It is the only place I have ever been where people actually and sincerely thanked me for my service to the country.”

Kathy added, “We could try South Carolina or do what your father did. At some point he started from scratch. Why can’t we sell all the properties and start acquiring others in places where we would like to live and work? The Brandon name does not have to appear anywhere, and we can keep all our names out of the media, cancel all our credit cards, and pay cash from a bank account that does not lead to us. All large purchases can be made by various holding companies. I don’t know how to handle the problem of driver’s licenses, but I believe some smart attorney can figure it out. Jack you have to think about Lee Jensen. He is linked to your father in more ways than we know, and that is a danger to him. I don’t have an answer to your relationship to Lee Jensen, but it needs some thought. And don’t forget we ladies change our names all the time. You could be Mr. Grayson.”

“If that’s a proposal? I accept! But no big church wedding. I tried that once.”

Kathy laughed and said, “No dates yet. I wasn’t prepared for such a positive response. I need some time to think about the marriage thing. We are so good together now. Formal commitments have always frightened me.”

All too soon it was time for another trip to an airport for the flight home. Hours later Kathy led them to the car she had left at the Pittsburgh airport. Jack didn’t wake up until Kathy pulled into the kennel to pick up Shadow. Shadow came bouncing out to meet them, nearly knocking them down with his greeting.

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“Justice Beyond Law” Chapter Eighty-seven

“Justice Beyond Law” Chapter Eighty-six

Kathy reported she had packed a large canvas shopping bag with documents and CDs from Ali’s office. The files, CDs and revolver were found in a locked drawer in the only file cabinet. They found no safes, and they hadn’t had time to search for concealments. Everyone wore gloves. She didn’t know about Arjun’s employees who were interrogating the house staff. Arjun replied, “They were not wearing gloves and probably left some prints behind, but they would not be on record anywhere.”

Jack said he didn’t remember touching anything. Kathy had wiped the gun she used to save his life and put it on the floor next to the third assailant. Arjun said he made a quick look around and picked up the canvas bag Kathy dropped when she went to help Jack.

Arjun added, undoubtedly, people had seen the cars and the two white men running from the house. The plates were fakes and would soon be destroyed. He had a safe and practical way of getting rid of the cars. He had a friend who would take the cars to Amritsar and sell them on the unofficial market. He could use some new vehicles anyway.

Kathy suggested they quickly scan the papers and CDs, leaving copies of the best data with Arjun for him to use as he saw fit.

Arjun said, “Thank you. I may be in some difficulty if I get linked to you. I think you should all leave India just as fast as you can. I understand Bernadette is going to Bangkok in the morning.”

Jack said, “I think we can be out of here tonight or early tomorrow. Arjunji, we owe you a great debt of gratitude for your wisdom and courage. None of this could have been accomplished without you. Please accept a standing invitation to visit us at any time. We would love to be your hosts, and I guarantee we will hold down the violence.”

Arjun said, “My God! I hope so. Working with you has put me in more violence than in the previous 42 years of my life.”

They spent the next two hours looking over the captured documents and CDs. Most of the important information about Fahad’s contacts with Yuri, al-Qaeda and other narco-terrorist organizations was contained on the CDs. Some of the files were about his spy networks when he had been a high-ranking officer in Iraqi Intelligence. Arjun made some copies for his use.

Just as they were getting ready to leave, the TV screen carried a news flash showing the house they had left in Defense Colony now enclosed in crime scene tape. Arjun translated that three Arabs had been killed at the house where a Mr. Abdul Ali Fahad had an import/ export business. None of the staff was harmed.

The police believe the Arab men were attacking the house and someone killed all of them. Only one man was shot. The manner of death of the other two men is being investigated. Local residents called the police when they heard shots fired. Two cars were seen leaving the scene. Westerners were in one of the cars driven by a woman. The owner of the house, Mr. Fahad, according to his staff, is in Kathmandu on business. Police have not been able to contact him. Citizens who have any information regarding this crime are asked to call the number on the screen.

Bernadette said, “All the more reason for us to get out of here before someone recognizes us, and the police figure out one Abdul Ali Fahad died in Kathmandu with seven other people.”

Arjun used his van to drop them and their shopping packages in Connaught Place. They caught separate taxis back to the hotel.

Kathy immediately checked on flights and booked them first class on a United flight to Tokyo and onward to Honolulu, where they planned to take a much needed five-day vacation. Kathy just wanted to get Jack to herself for a while. She still had not overcome how close she had come to losing him. What if she hadn’t grabbed Ali’s snub nose revolver? It was in her hand when she needed it. Killing wasn’t easy. She was still haunted by the look on the man’s face as he was dying. Jack told her time would help but it would always be with her.

Memories of Anita would always be with her. Anita was the big sister she never had. Anita was family. Now she had lost two family members to terrorists. A brother in the Twin Towers and Anita in a Tibetan craft shop, surrounded with seven dead terrorists. She would never hesitate to kill again.

 
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“Justice Beyond Law” Chapter Eighty-six

“Justice Beyond Law” Chapter Eighty-five

The next morning Jack and Kathy left for Connaught Place in a hotel car where, after doing some browsing and shopping, they met Bernadette in Tiffany’s for coffee. Arjun joined them a few minutes later. His panel truck was parked nearby on a side street. At 11:00 a.m. they left the coffee house, and Kathy got into the panel truck with Arjun. Jack and Bernadette followed in a second car from Arjun’s agency with Bernadette driving.

Arjun’s deputy and another of his employees with impressive-looking security credentials had already taken control of Abdul Ali Fahad’s import/export office and home. Fahad’s assistant and servant staff were being questioned by Arjun’s people in an upstairs guest room. They would be released as soon as Arjun gave the all clear. As Arjun approached C Block 432 in Defense Colony, he could see the driveway gate was open as planned and drove right in as far as he could. The wall along the driveway concealed people coming and going from the car.

Kathy and Arjun climbed quickly out of the panel truck, entered Ali’s house and went immediately to search their assigned zones. Kathy gave herself the office and began loading the office files into a canvas bag. She found surprisingly few files for a business office that had been operating for two years. The last drawer in the file cabinet was locked with a lock she had never seen before, and she went to get Arjun to open it. It took Arjun five minutes to open the drawer. Inside were maps, more files, a loaded snub nose .38 Smith & Wesson revolver, and a number of CDs. They found no computer in the office. Kathy told Arjun Fahad must have had a notebook computer and taken it with him.

Parked a few houses up the street, Bernadette and Jack watched the front of the house. They saw a car stop and two men looking like Arabs get out and head toward the house, leaving the car blocking the driveway.

Jack said, “Let’s go.” Bernadette floored the car to a sliding stop in front of the attackers’ car. Jack leapt out, vaulted over the hood and tore down the driveway. Bernadette was right behind him.

The two men heard the car roaring up and turned around. A revolver was just clearing the closest man’s pocket when Jack pinned the weapon to the man’s side and kneed him in the groin. When the man bent forward, Jack broke his neck with a downward blow of his rigid right hand. Jack pushed the dying man into his companion, who was struggling to stay on his feet. His gun was on the ground, and he had both hands on his throat trying to stop the blood gushing down his chest. Bernadette crashed into the man, knocked him down, and pulled her double-edged throwing knife, embedded in the side of his neck, across his throat. Jack scooped up both guns and watched in amazement as Bernadette finished her man and retrieved her throwing knife.

Jack ran toward the door. Someone might have come in the back. Inside the house no one had heard the fight. Racing past the panel truck, Jack reached in and blew the horn. Kathy immediately dashed down the hallway to the office where Arjun was packing up.

She yelled, “Finish up! We’re out the front door now!”

Hurrying to the door, they saw Jack charging down the hallway to the kitchen and back of the house. Arjun called to his deputy to leave the people and come down immediately. Kathy changed her direction and raced down the hallway after Jack. She was carrying the snub-nosed revolver she had found in Ali’s locked file drawer. Jack’s charge carried him through the kitchen into the small, enclosed courtyard surrounded with a six-foot-high wall. The door in the wall to the back alley was hanging open.

Jack never saw the third attacker step out of a closet in the kitchen behind him and swing up his handgun. From six feet away Kathy fired on instinct and kept firing until the hammer fell on a spent round. The gunman turned to look at her, dropped his gun, and slid down the wall. While Jack checked the body, Kathy quickly wiped the revolver and put it on the floor near the dead man. They both turned, raced out the front door and into their getaway cars.

Arjun moved the assailant’s car blocking the driveway and backed his car out of the driveway. His deputy and his helper had gone out the back door and, no longer in their police uniforms, had disappeared into the neighborhood. Bernadette and Jack jumped in their car and, with Bernadette at the wheel, drove out of Defense Colony. They could hear the klaxons of the arriving police cars.

Arjun led them to a large house on the edge of an upscale housing area bordering a golf course. A few minutes later the two vehicles were in the garage. Arjun, looking a little shaken, took everyone into his private office.

He took a few deep breaths and said, “Violence is easier to deal with if it is not practically next door. As I have said before, the Delhi police are quite good. We need to do a damage control now. Do you agree?”

Jack said, “Yes! Let’s get started with your action inside the house. First, however, I have to ask Bernadette about the knife.”

Kathy said, “What knife? I didn’t see any knife!”

“The knife she threw into one of the attacker’s neck, while I was finishing the first one in the driveway.”

Kathy said, “Bernadette, you killed one of the armed attackers with a knife?”

“Yes. I told you I wasn’t a stranger to violence. The IRA was a hard school, especially for a woman. I know how to use and throw a knife. Come on, people, let’s get on with the debriefing.”

Jack said, “You heard the lady. Go!”

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“Justice Beyond Law” Chapter Eighty-five

“Justice Beyond Law” Chapter Eighty-four

The BBC broadcasts had the usual cast of talking heads discussing the killing of al-Qaeda members in Kathmandu by a group opposing the Nepalese government. Was this an indicator people at the grass roots were turning against the Muslim extremists? Was it possible the Hindu world was fed up with Muslim extremists? Could groups like the Bahadur Thapa Battalion spring up in other countries and join the war against terrorism and extremists?

The association of Bahadur Thapa, a Nepalese war hero, with the incident stymied the police, who have not been able to find any trace of him. The main reason, they say, for searching for the westerners is to locate Bahadur Thapa. The reference to the Bahadur Thapa Battalion is also mystifying. The broadcaster then moved on to other subjects. Kathy told Arjun she was ready to drive whenever he wanted a break. Hours before the sun came up, everyone was sound asleep, except Kathy.

She enjoyed driving down this historical route with the huge banyan trees spreading their limbs over the road from either side, making a tunnel of living branches that had sheltered millions of travelers in their long history. The roadside was marked with dying cooking fires and Brahmin bulls, raising their heads and looking unseeingly into the car lights, patiently waiting for morning and better grazing elsewhere along the road. India was truly the land of mystery, much more so than China. A softness and beauty permeated India that China just didn’t have and never would.

She thought, maybe something is wrong with me. I am never happier or feel freer than when I’m driving down a road that doesn’t seem to have an end. The road sings to me. I can think so clearly. I want to be with Jack forever, but I am terrified of the thought of settling down and everything that means. If he asks me to marry him, I will and hope for the best.

Kathy drove on in the night and watched the dawning light sweep over the landscape. The mystery of the night was gone, driven away by the hustle of travelers resuming their journeys and the sounds of the awakening day. Kathy guessed they were no more than three or four hours from Delhi. The fuel gauge showed less than a quarter tank, so she began looking for a petrol station.

Arjun, sleeping beside her, awoke and told her 15 miles up the road was a good petrol station near a place serving breakfast. The rest of the passengers began to stir. Bernadette was the last to awake. Kathy spotted the petrol station and pulled into the pumps. Arjun took care of the refueling and payment. Back in the van, he pointed down the road on the left side to a large cottage-style building with outdoor tables under individual thatched roofs. Everyone headed for the restrooms. Arjun staked out a big table and ordered hot tea for all, knowing the coffee would be awful.

Jack waited for Kathy outside the ladies’ room, and when she came out, he gave her a morning hug, asking her if she had driven most of the night. She said, “How about all night? Is that worth another hug?”

Jack grinned and said, “What am I ever going to do with you?”

“The answer is to love me and feed me. Nothing else is needed.”

Arjun announced at breakfast he didn’t think it was a good idea for him to drive up to the Oberoi and let them all out, so he was going to drop them off at taxi stations, and tomorrow they would put Kathy’s plan into action.

Another three hours put them on the outskirts of Delhi. Everyone needed a bath and a change of clothes. Jack had to admit even his tough guy image really didn’t resist moving back into the suite at the Oberoi. Arjun pulled up a block from a taxi stand and Bernadette got out.

The taxis pulled into the Oberoi and dropped off three bedraggled westerners with almost no baggage. The doorman on duty recognized Kathy and gave them a grand welcoming. Jack cancelled Anita’s suite and told management they would check out tomorrow.

Kathy couldn’t wait to get in the pool. Jack joined her at the pool. He swam some slow, lazy laps, stretching and relaxing his large muscle groups. An excellent swimmer, Jack had done his share of lifeguarding and teaching to earn extra money in the summers. However, when it came to a 50-meter race, Anita could swim away from him, and Kathy beat him consistently by a few strokes. Anita had tried to tell him to move through the water, not to fight it. The words sounded good, but he didn’t have a clue what they meant.

Kathy swam up beside Jack and said, “You know we have almost no clothes. That’s the way I like it around our room, but we do need some duds, especially some of those wonderful sandals. So let’s go play married couple and shop. Yes! I knew you would like that.” She grabbed Jack by the hand and dragged him out of the pool.

Three hours later they returned with the hotel car loaded down with packages, including some canvas suitcases. Bernadette had spent the day resting and reading in her room. When they went to dinner, they discovered Bernadette had also shopped. They’d spent a fortune but agreed they felt and looked much more civilized. Tonight was a night to rest and play. Tomorrow at 10:00 a.m., it was back to work.

 


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“Justice Beyond Law” Chapter Eighty-four

“Justice Beyond Law” Chapter Eighty-three

The next morning Arjun’s van appeared right on schedule. Arjun had waited until he had a chance to see the law enforcement response to last night’s killings in the Tibetan shop. His assistant drove down the road part way to Birganj and reported no checkpoints. The van proceeded south down the winding mountain road to Birganj, a thriving Nepalese border town. After dropping Kathy and Jack at the Hotel Makalia, Arjun and Bernadette left for India late in the afternoon. Jack and Kathy would have to retrace their illegal border crossing after dark to rendezvous with Arjun and Bernadette along the border road on the Indian side.

Both Arjun and Jack felt avoiding air travel at this point was a good practice. Once across the border, they would drive all night to New Delhi and check back into the rooms Jack was holding in the Oberoi Hotel. Arjun didn’t think the Delhi police would want to see them, but if they did, the story was that after Bahadur put them ashore, it had taken a long time to find their own way back to Raxaul Bazaar where they’d paid a series of drivers to take them to New Delhi. They didn’t know the license numbers or names of the drivers and did not want to press charges against Bahadur. They were going back to the States just as soon as they recovered from their ordeal.

It seemed to Jack that time really dragged. He wanted to get across the border into India. Finally Arjun’s assistant, in a rented car, arrived to pick them up. Fifteen minutes later he dropped them on the dirt road running west along the border from Birganj. Jack sat up front with the driver and told him where to stop. He didn’t have Anita’s memory for terrain and direction, but he could get them across the border. Kathy had made incredible strides. She was now a true warrior. You could see the change in the way she moved and carried herself. Peter Brandon and Frank would be proud of her.

Jack took the lead, as his night vision and hearing were better than Kathy’s. He almost subconsciously retraced the cross border route while being hypersensitive to any sounds in the deep dust. Anita had told him to open his mind and to trust his instincts, to focus but not force the concentration. It was pretty simple to cover the distance between the towns with the lights in Birganj to guide by. At the midpoint of the crossing, he found the short flight of cement block steps Bahadur had used. He thought not bad, a pretty good piece of dead reckoning. Anita must still be with them.

Once, when he heard some faint clinking sounds in the distant dark, he halted the group until the sounds faded away. He thought some sergeant in the police or army needs to get his men with clanking gear squared away. In the still darkness, he almost stumbled into the embankment of the raised road. They climbed the steep embankment and, following Arjun’s instructions, began to walk east toward Raxaul Bazaar. He reckoned they had only moved about a hundred meters when the outline of a vehicle appeared, and Kathy saw the distant flare of a match. Arjun and Bernadette were waiting beside the van for them. Arjun hurried them inside. He wanted to move away from the border zone before a patrol car came along.

When she took her seat in the van, Kathy told Arjun the plan had worked beautifully. If he tired of the detective business, he could always be a smuggler. Arjun laughed and said, “No thanks, I’ve been on the side of the good guys too long. It’s a long trip to New Delhi, but I’d rather not have any paper trail from staying in a hotel between here and there. If you can, try to get some sleep. I will need someone to relieve me in three or four hours. After it gets light, we can stop for breakfast and buy a tank of petrol with cash.”

Kathy volunteered to take over when Arjun needed a break. She also had an idea she wanted to try on them. While the van rolled along the Grand Trunk Road, Kathy outlined her idea. They discussed it for nearly an hour before Kathy asked Arjun if he thought it would work. Arjun said he and his people could carry off their part of the plan, but they would have to get it done in the next 24 hours.

Kathy, sitting up front with Arjun, asked if good radio reception was in this area. Arjun thought they could hear a few of the more powerful stations. He reached over and tuned in a Hindi broadcast from Lucknow.

They had all read the English language Nepali and Indian newspapers covering the shotgun massacre in Kathmandu as a front-page story. The fact al-Qaeda was involved gave the story legs. After fiddling with the dial, Arjun was satisfied the reception was as good as it was going to get. He said he would translate any news about the killings in Kathmandu. For ten minutes or so, Arjun listened intently and provided a running commentary of the important points. The Nepalese police are looking hard for the three westerners who were with Bahadur Thapa. They now have all their names except Bernadette’s, but can find no record any had ever been in Kathmandu. The identities of some of the victims have been released. Of the six men and two women found shot, only four have been identified. Three were Arabs and some were on a terrorist watch list. The one woman identified was a Nepali, named Angela Pandey, a notorious terrorist assassin, who was wanted by the police of several countries. The other woman is unidentified. She may have been one of the attackers, a woman warrior with the Bahadur Thapa Battalion. The owner of the rug shop and his night guard are being held for questioning.

Jack said, “They will never figure out the identity of the woman warrior. Anita carried no I.D, no jewelry, and all her clothes were local, including her boots, and she wore a Maoist headband. She had no significant western dental work or other medical identifiers.”

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“Justice Beyond Law” Chapter Eighty-three