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Friday, October 3, 2014
“A rogue biotech scientist secretly nurtures her deadly GMO corn seed while America sleeps…”
Sally Barber is a young Ph.D. working for a global biotech firm in Research Triangle Park North Carolina who is about to be honored as the youngest recipient of the World Food Prize. Her new GMO corn seed will revolutionize milk production.
What the world doesn’t know is of her sinister plot to use her “secret” GMO corn seed to kill and destabilize the United States.
An adrenaline producing thriller to capture this mysterious scientist before it is too late takes the reader through the slums of Karachi to the GMO Research fields of Kauai and finds it’s ending in tiny Orchard Gap.
Quinn McSpain and Louisa Hawke are called upon again to capture this rogue geneticist who holds the deadliest of secrets and must be stopped before she brings America to…its knees!
The traffic on Interstate-40 West out of Research Triangle Park was lighter than usual and she was thankful for that.
She still had second thoughts about whether she should even be taking a few days off from her projects in her laboratory in the biotech complex. Yet she was frustrated that certain parts of her latest project were not working out as she had planned.
She was not at all pleased. Sally Barber was accustomed to have her projects work as planned.
Yet she decided that a change of scenery would probably give her a new prospective. One of her laboratory technicians had suggested that she should drive north through Winston-Salem and explore the Blue Ridge Parkway.
The late summer sun felt good as she drove with her windows open. She didn’t have any particular destination in mind and liked the notion that she could do as she pleased—at least for a day or two.
Her extremely structured life left little time for any frivolous activities. Her work was her life…her mission…her only reason to exist.
She soon saw the exit sign on Highway 52 to Mt. Airy. She was told that this place was the model for the favorite American television series the Andy Griffith show. She knew that this show depicted an idyllic American life for all to emulate.
She cringed as she drove past the exit. Fuck the American dream, she thought.
As she drove past the state line in Virginia the road began to curve left and right through the switchbacks up the mountain. She accelerated as she liked to challenge herself on dangerous roads.
The traffic up the mountain was light and didn’t pose any problems.
What soon did present a problem was the fine mist she soon found herself driving in. She slowed as the mist quickly got thicker and thicker to the point where she turned the fog lights on.
She didn’t notice that her grip on the steering wheel tightened.
Soon she found herself completely focused on the solid white line on the road going left to right. The twilight turned to darkness as the cloud deck settled in at twenty six hundred feet and was as thick as pea soup.
Out of the corner of her eye she caught sight on the Blue Ridge Parkway entrance sign in Fancy Gap. She pulled the steering wheel hard to the right and barely made it to the Stop sign at the Parkway entrance.
Her choices were limited to two…left or right.
She chose to go right and proceeded to creep along this new road. Her Google search had enlightened her on the history and facts surrounding this highway that was a national park for all of four hundred and sixty-nine miles.
She continued to drive cautiously as she strained to see though the thick blanket of white she was in.
Suddenly and without warning the cloud deck lifted and the road opened up into fields of farmland and small homesteads that dotted the rolling landscape. She accelerated to the posted speed of forty-five miles–per-hour.
A large sign on the right hand side of road the indicated that she was now in Orchard Gap.
A small paved road intersected with the Parkway that caught her attention. Off in the distance she saw a For Sale sign. She stopped and quickly backed up enough to take a left on this new road.
The sign got closer and closer until she realized that an arrow was pointing further down the road.
She drove for another five miles before another arrow pointed right to a dirt road. She turned on the dirt road and drove for another mile until she came upon the property. What she saw not at all pretty but still brought a smile to her face. The dilapidated farm house appeared to be coming apart at the seams.
The sun was slowly setting as she parked in the driveway and got out of her car. She walked to the side of the house and noticed a small pasture. The other side of the house was reserved for what was, at one time, a garden.
Perfect she thought.
The sounds of children at play soon crested over the small earthen berm to the rear of the property. Two young girls soon bounded over the berm and ran in her direction. They stopped just short of her car and smiled.
“Are you going to buy the Isenhour homestead,” the taller of the two girls asked? She smiled before she answered, “Well I don’t know I just got here and I need to find out more about this place.”
The smaller of the two replied, “well we sure hope you do cause no one has lived here for at least five years.” The taller took a few steps closer and held out her hand, my name is Sandra and this is my sister Jane. What is your name?”
She took Sandra’s hand, “good to meet the two of you my name is Sally. Do you live nearby?”
“We do”, Jane replied, “we live on a little farm on the other side of the bump. We have three milk cows and chickens on our farm. Our Mommy and Daddy are not working right now but we sure hope that they do soon.”
She was taken back with the little girl’s forthright fullness. Sandra took Jane’s hand and turned as she spoke, “we have to go now cause it’s suppertime.”
“Nice to meet you girls and I hope to see you again at some time.”
They disappeared over the berm as she turned to take a harder look at the property. She looked into the ground floor windows and saw broken cabinets in the kitchen as she suspected that the place had been vandalized in more than a few occasions.
The front door came open as she gave it a tug.
Her quick walkthrough only confirmed what she suspected. The house was a dump. Perfect she thought. She left the house and turned to what was the garden area. She knew she didn’t need much space to plant what she would plant.
No indeed…her GMO seed of death needed very little space at all.
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I am humbled & and very pleased to announce that the editors of the Galax, Virginia Gazette newspaper have chosen my novel, “Fancy Gap” to be serialized to their readers. The initial installment is published today’s weekend edition of this award winning newspaper. Subsequent installments will follow in each weekend edition thereafter. My thanks to the Galax Gazette for bringing “Fancy Gap” to their readers! ═► 118th ★★★★★ Reviews!!═►Riveting ★★★★★Thriller═►Amazon Prime —═►FREE – http://amzn.com/B008GWEXX4