Finding Bruce

By Ray Mathews

Bruce Altman is the only one who knows the location
of a 1/2-billion-dollar treasure.
The Mafia wants that treasure, and will do anything to get it.
Bruce's companion is dead after a run-in with the Mafia.
Now the Mafia wants to FIND BRUCE.
But Bruce has disappeared.
Diane Altman is desperate to FIND BRUCE, her father, too.
Before Bruce disappeared, he told Diane to locate Ryan Garrett who might help her FIND BRUCE without using normal investigative techniques.
Ryan was a "Remote Viewer" in a secret Government Program known as the Stargzer Project which no longer exists.
In Stargazer, Ryan successfully located people, objects, and secrets, but his Remote Viewing days have been over for 10 years.
And Ryan is almost blind when Diane locates him.
With the Mafia on their trail, can Diane and Ryan FIND BRUCE before the Mafia?
Can they uncover the location of the fabulous treasure known only to Bruce?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ray Mathews
• Release date: Oct 15, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465962362

Ray Mathews

About the Author:Ray Mathews is a former IBM Senior Engineer and inventor whose curiosity led him to write mysteries, thrillers, westerns, children's books in prose and verse, non-fiction books on Bridge, Personal Finance, Painting, Model Railroading, and more.He and wife, Sally, have three children, two grandsons, and live in Raleigh, NC.Books by Ray Mathews include:The Golden CrowsA Fetus Is MissingBilly the Kid: The HoaxFinding BrucePreviously Dead8 Christmas StoriesThe Book of Rhyming StoriesBubble ShipNomadsTales for BoysGrowing Up and Other StoriesNON-FICTION BOOKSHow to Expand Your Painting WorldYour Nest Is Your Nest EggSelf-Publish Your Book for Under $100Suit Bidding with the Jacoby and Stayman ConventionsThe TilTable BookA Baker's Dozen True StoriesFly Paper for Kids

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Finding Bruce

An Adventure In

Remote Viewing

By Ray Mathews

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Finding Bruce

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Bruce rubbed his chin and studied Ryan. 'I admit you've got my curiosity up, Ryan. What exactly will you be doing? I mean, if it's not restricted information. Is this like hypnosis or something?''

'Well, I can't give you details of what the group does, but it will involve something called 'Remote Viewing' – trying to get the details and location of an object or target hundreds or thousands of miles away.'

Bruce stared at him with disbelief. 'You've got to be kidding. You are expected to do this with your mind? Sounds impossible to me, son.'

'Yeah, that's what I thought, too, but I saw reports and videos on Remote Viewing sessions done by other members of the group, and many times they were right on with detailed drawings and descriptions.

'Of course, it doesn't always work. So the government tested me, and gave me basic training on how to conduct a Remote Viewing session. My four sessions had about fifty percent accuracy. It's a whole new world to me – I had to learn to write descriptions, tape record what I saw, and draw pictures of what my mind saw, too. It's difficult at first, and I'm sure I'll need time to develop this ability. Some members of this group have been at this for several years.'

'H'm. Do you suppose you could give me a demonstration, Ryan? I'm really intrigued by this. Can you show me how this works?'

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Finding Bruce

An Adventure In

Remote Viewing

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The mind is infinite, but not everyone can tap in….

Ray Mathews

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Finding Bruce

An Adventure In

Remote Viewing

By Ray Mathews

A Novel by Ray Mathews

Cover Art by Ray Mathews

Published by Raymond Mathews at Smashwords

Copyright © 2011 by Ray Mathews

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TOC

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

About the Author

Finding Bruce

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Prologue

1985

'Ryan Garrett. You have a reservation for me?'

'Yes sir. Room 261,' the clerk said. 'You have any baggage, sir?'

Ryan nodded. 'In my rental car. Just point me in the right direction.'

After checking in to the Grand Hyatt Motel off Poipu Road, Ryan parked his rental Volkswagen in the side parking lot, popped the trunk, and lifted his clothing bag and gear bag from the trunk. He looked out at the ocean and could barely make out the shape of a huge catamaran in the fading light, heading back to port somewhere. Ryan saw the beautiful teak wood buildings, all oval-shaped, with a canal-like pool that zigzagged across the compound in a totally natural setting, as natives danced by torch light at a wedding party in the quiet darkness. He could see the bride and groom sitting on a raised platform above the crowd.

As he proceeded toward the front entrance, he dodged between three rows of parked cars when he heard a commotion.

He glanced to his left and saw two men rousting a third against the side of a van. Ryan looked around the parking lot, but no one else seemed to be handy.

He shook his head, dropped his bags between the cars, and dashed toward the mugging-in-progress. Two beefy thugs were throwing punches at a tall, gray-haired man of about sixty, but surprisingly, the old man was more than holding his own against the two.

Ryan darted between the cars, caught one man by surprise, and thrust his balled fist hard into his side, knocking him against the van. The man went down on one knee and immediately jumped up, only to be hit in the nose by Ryan in a straight-on punch that decked him. The second man paused in his own punch at the tall man, glanced quickly at Ryan, then back to the gray-headed man, who let go a wicked punch into the man's neck. The mugger rocked against the van and started to fall. The old man hit him in the side of his head, and the man went down and out.

Ryan and the tall man stood with fists clenched almost daring the two muggers to get up.

The tall man smiled at Ryan and thrust out his hand.

'Bruce Altman,' he said.

'Ryan Garrett.'

They shook hands.

'You okay, sir?'

Altman laughed and rubbed his bruised ear. 'Yeah, thanks to you, young fella. Another minute and I think they'd have had me. That last guy sure packed a wallop.' He glanced up and down Ryan's attire. 'Marines, huh?'

'Yes sir. I'm here for the Ironman Competition.' He glanced down at the two men on the ground.

'You want to do anything about these two, sir?'

Altman studied the two who were beginning to move.

'No, let's get out of here. I think they saw me leaving the King's Room suite in the motel and figured me for an easy target. Come on, let's go and I'll buy you a drink – or dinner if you're hungry.' He gave a rich deep laugh, and Ryan felt as if Altman were an old friend.

'Let me stow my bags and I'll meet you in the lobby.'

'So we're both here for the Ironman Competition,' Bruce said as they sat in the Stevenson’s Library Restaurant, at one of the round tables that were separate and private amid oiled-wood paneled walls.

Ryan ran his fingers through his unruly brown hair. 'I was supposed to meet a friend from the base to train together, but he had to cancel at the last minute. Now I need to find another partner…'

'Hey, Ryan, if you don't mind, I could make my training partner available to you, too. How about that? Martin could help us both.'

Ryan hesitated for only an instant, and nodded in agreement.

'Sounds good to me, sir. But I should warn you. I get started pretty early in the morning, sir, and…'

'Hey, stop with the 'sir' bit, will you? My name is Bruce.' He looked at his Rolex. 'Not too late for a game of pool, is it Ryan? I noticed a pool room right here in the restaurant. How about it?'

They played a quick game, and Ryan found out that Bruce owned one of the largest real estate companies in Boston.

'How about you, Ryan. So you're in the Marines.'

'Yes sir … Bruce, I'm on special assignment from a Military Police Company. This is my second try at the Ironman; I was disqualified last time.'

Bruce laughed. 'Well, maybe you'll have better luck this time out.' He paused and glanced at Ryan with raised eyebrows. "Um, you planning on making the Marines your career?'

Ryan smiled. 'Actually, I'm glad you asked. It seems I have developed an intuitive attribute that landed a change of careers for me with a government agency.'

An intuitive attribute?' I don't get it. What do you mean?'

Ryan looked away for an instant.

'A while back, I had a jeep accident, and my head was pinned under the jeep for several hours before they found me. Later after I recovered, I began to have…I call them 'clairvoyant episodes'. I would get glimpses of events that hadn't occurred yet.' He smiled shyly. 'Weird, huh? Then all of a sudden, they stopped coming, and I put the experiences behind me, but evidently others who knew me remembered.

'Then one day my commanding office called me in and asked me whether I was still getting these…glimpses of the future. I told him no, but he said there was a government agency who was eager to test me, so I agreed. And the rest is history, so to speak. Now I'm on the verge of joining this elite group, and I hope this works for me.'

Bruce rubbed his chin and studied Ryan. 'I admit I'm curious. What exactly will you be doing? I mean, if it's not restricted information. Is this like hypnosis or something?''

'Well, I can't give you details of what the group does, but it will involve something called 'Remote Viewing' – trying to get the details and location of an object or target hundreds or thousands of miles away.'

Bruce stared at him with disbelief. 'You must be kidding. You are expected to do this with your mind? Sounds impossible to me, son.'

'Yeah, that's what I thought, too, but I saw reports and videos on Remote Viewing sessions done by other members of the group, and many times they were right on with detailed drawings and descriptions.

'Of course, it doesn't always work. So they tested me, and gave me basic training on how to conduct a Remote Viewing session. My four sessions had about fifty percent accuracy. It's a whole new world to me – I had to learn to write descriptions, tape record what I saw, and draw pictures of what my mind saw, too. It's difficult at first, and I'm sure I'll need time to develop this ability. Some members of this group have been at this for several years.'

'H'm. Do you suppose you could give me a demonstration, Ryan? I'm really intrigued by this. Can you show me how this works?'

'Well, we would need a quiet room with a comfortable couch, a pad of paper and pencil, maybe a tape recorder. A session sometimes takes over an hour. And, of course, you would need to supply me with a target – some object or item that you'd like to find. It could be anywhere...'

'Hey, I have the perfect place – the study in my suite here in the hotel. If you're game, let's have a go at it. What d'ya say?'

Ryan rose from the table, nodding agreement. 'Sounds like fun to me, Bruce. Let's go.'

In minutes they entered Bruce's rooms in the King's Suite.

'Wow! What a place.'

Bruce smiled and led the way to a small study off the living room.

'How's this, Ryan? Will this work? Here's a couch, and we can close the door so it's quiet. I have a tape recorder in my brief case, and I think there is a tablet and pencil in the desk drawer.'

Nodding agreement, Ryan tested the couch and loosened his tie.

'Okay, Bruce, all that remains is a target. You need to write your object on a piece of paper and seal it in an envelope. Then give it to the desk clerk in the lobby and I'll start my meditation.'

Bruce smiled. He was already writing on a card. He found an envelope in the desk, inserted the card, sealed the envelope, put his name and room number on it, took it to the lobby, and returned.

Ryan nodded and lay down on the couch. In moments he had relaxed and Bruce could see that he was sinking into what seemed to be sleep.

'This is the hardest part, Bruce. I have to meditate myself into what I call my 'fog', a meditation level where the Viewing works best. Once my 'fog' clears I begin to see things. This sometimes takes a while.'

Twenty minutes later, Ryan shifted his position and began to scribble with the pencil on the pad of paper.

'The fog has cleared. I'm standing on a grassy bank. I see a forest…and a train. A freight train, I think. Lots of cars. All colors.'

'There are three flatbed cars near where I'm standing. Two are empty. The third one…there are two men fastening a tarpaulin or canvas over something on the flat bed of this one. Whatever is under the tarp, it has the shape of a…a car…maybe a small car.'

Bruce sat in his leather chair listening, scratched his head, and sat forward in his chair, his eyes widening.

'I see a sign on a post beyond the train. Sometimes words are hard to decipher with my views. I get the impression of some kind of wood...Bamboo, Cedar, Oak, Pine, Cherry…Agh, I don't know, Bruce. I think it starts with the letter 'C' or 'B'.

'But there's a second name. I think it's 'City'. So 'something' 'City'.

He sighed. 'I have to stop, Bruce. I'm starting to get a headache. Sorry.'

Bruce helped him up, patted him on the back, and smiled.

'Your description intrigued me, Ryan. I have to admit it. You mentioned a flat bed railroad car with a car under a tarp – 'that could be a small car' you said.' He returned to the lobby and came back with the envelope.

'Can I open this now, Ryan?'

'Yes, I'm afraid I didn't do too well. Sorry. Like I said, this doesn’t always work.'

Bruce read from the card he had filled out.

'A red 1966 MGB convertible, stolen from me in 1980.' He looked at Ryan and grinned. 'That's five years ago. And you came up with 'a small car on a flat bed railroad car. Wow! Is that awesome or what?'

Ryan wasn't nearly as excited.

'Don't forget, Bruce. We don't know where this 'car' is. And I doubt my description is going to get us there.'

'Maybe,' said Bruce, 'but we'll see what we can do with what you described. Let's see, a sign by the railroad tracks that read 'something City'. And the something could be the name of a tree – that begins with a 'B' or a 'C'. Let's make a list. I'll type it on my laptop. I got this one through an Army friend of mine. They're still pretty new and not readily available on the market yet. And I have to plug this into a wall socket. Maybe one day soon they'll add a battery so we aren't tied to a plug.'

Soon Bruce had made a list with Ryan's help.

'Okay, so we have Bamboo City, Bay City,