Breathe -John Lennon- Conspiracy To Murder

By Peter Tompkins

Is John Lennon dead?
Former Beatle, John Lennon had grown weary of being famous. The title of being a "Beatle" hung around his neck like an albatross. The Beatles hadn't been a group for 10 years and still he and Yoko were hounded by the press and paparazzi. There seemed to be no escape from the scrutiny he and his wife had been experiencing since 1969, until he met Ray Greiner, the owner of Bon Voyage Yacht Club in Rhode Island who would give John a way to vanish into thin air.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Peter Tompkins
• Release date: Aug 8, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370756797

Peter Tompkins

Peter Tompkins was an American journalist, World War II spy, and best-selling author. His best known and most influential books include The Secret Life of Plants, published in 1973, Secrets of the Great Pyramid, reprinted in paperback in 1997, and Mysteries of the Mexican Pyramids, published in 1976. He is the father of author Ptolemy Tompkins.

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Breathe

-John Lennon-

A Conspiracy To Murder

By Peter Tompkins

Copyright © 2016 Peter Tompkins

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All rights reserved.

ISBN: 9781520181950

DEDICATION

This book is dedicated to all those people, living or dead who have supported me, my art and my craft.

Forward

I have been a fan of The Beatles since the age of eight. I was too young to have experienced Beatlemania and too infamous to have ever met John Lennon or any of the other members of The Beatles. This book is a book of fiction written from my imagination and is not meant to be a true reflection of John Lennon’s or Yoko Ono’s life or Mr. Lennon’s death.

Contents

Shea Stadium

Breathe

The End

There’s No Place Like Nowhere

Tell Me What You See

Tomorrow Never Knows

Dear Sir or Madam

Oh, Yoko

I Want To Tell You

December 8, 1980

Ten Minutes Silence

The Stranger

13. The Stranger (Reprise)

Preface

Is John Lennon dead?

Former Beatle, John Lennon had grown weary of being famous. The title of being a Beatle hung around his neck like an albatross. The Beatles hadn't been a group for 10 years and still he and Yoko were hounded by the press and paparazzi. There seemed to be no escape from the scrutiny he and his wife had been experiencing since 1969, until he met Ray Greiner, the owner of Bon Voyage Yacht Club in Rhode Island who would give John a way to vanish into thin air.

1.

Shea Stadium

August 15, 1965

Shea Stadium New York City, New York

Police chased frantic teenage girls that had jumped over and crawled under barricades and started to run towards the stage where the band was finishing their final number, I’m Down.

As the final note was played the fab four said goodnight waving to the crowd as they ran down the steps to their armored car which would take them back to their dressing rooms. Once inside the armored van each of them lit up a Peter Stiveson cigarette.

The only thing strong enough to pierce the humidity that hung heavily in the New York city air were the ear-splitting shrieks of teenage girls, occasional muffled sound of Ringo’s drums and John and Georges guitars. The stadium lights cut through the haze like a blue saber as the lads ran off stage and into the Wells Fargo armored truck.

Drenched in sweat Lennon exclaimed Bloody hell! Pure madness and history in the bloody making lads!

Ringo said, "My God those birds were screaming like I’ve never heard before.

Good thing I could see your ass wiggle a bit John. I would have had no idea where we were in any of the tunes."

George said sardonically,

It’s all rubbish you know? This touring thing. No one can hear us anyway. Those birds are more of the show than we are.

Paul began to sing a song by George M. Cohan,

"Give my regards to Broadway.

Remember me to Herald Square

Tell all the gang at Forty Second Street

That I will soon be there"

To which George responded, I guess someone enjoys touring.

The armored car drove from 2nd base to an opening in the right field wall, passed NYC Police, security and press with cameras. The screaming of all the fans was still ringing in their ears as they reached the entrance to the New York Mets locker room. The door to their vehicle opened and they jumped out and ran inside where they were surrounded by the press, photographers and a variety of on lookers.

How did it go boys? a member of the press yelled. What? we can’t hear you. We are deaf now! Yelled George. The members of the press responded with gregarious laughter.

In the shadows of the room was a man standing behind a small boy in a wheel chair. Then man was in his mid 40’s with brown hair in a butch cut. He wore white short sleeved button down dress shirt with a navy-blue pencil thin tie. The right lens in his horn-rimmed glasses was cracked and the left pocket of his grey tweed dress pants had been torn. His brow rippled with sweat.

The boy in the wheel chair was his five-year-old son. He wore a blue t-shirt with a Mickey Mouse logo in the center. He had brown shorts and wore blue high-top tennis shoes with white rubber soles. On the side of the shoe was a round KEDS logo.

Beatles manager, Brian Epstein saw them immediately since they looked out of place from the usual riff raff that followed them back stage. He approached them, smiled at the boy in the wheel chair and reached out to shake the man’s hand.

I am Brian Epstein, the lads manager. It looks like you’ve been through quite a scuffle.

The man was so nervous and he gripped the handles of the wheel chair as if he thought he would fall if he let go.

"Yes. Mr. Epstein. It’s been a bit of a rough journey trying to get back stage. Unfortunately, we ran into a bit of