Killing the Giants
2/5
()
About this ebook
"Jeff Bennington's "Killing the Giants" is entertaining, as any great read should be, and it is tense and suspenseful. But it is entirely possible that it is important too, for it enlightens and opens the eye to a wicked, soulless greed that the common inhabitant of this world cannot imagine." - Kevin Edwards
"Killing the Giants draws you into a suspense-filled drama, which pulls you to the edge of your seat and then starts twisting & turning, leaving you wanting more, and horrified about the real potential of power brokers, and the world we don't see! A great Read!" - Steve Smith, Lawyer
ABOUT KILLING THE GIANTS:
Do you remember the 2010 Gulf oil spill? Killing the Giants was originally published in 2009 and has many similarities that some would call prophetic.
After a series of deadly explosions at two oil facilities, the ATF sends Sarah Perkins on an investigation that takes her from Louisiana... to Canada... to New York City. What Sarah finds is anything but accidental. When the witnesses are murdered and the evidence corrupted, she discovers that Caesar, a secret society from her past is at the helm and they're more sinister than ever!
When Blake Driscole, one of the victims of the Canadian explosion, discovers that his unique skill set can take Caesar down, he plots his revenge while assisting Sarah and her team.
Killing the Giants is NOT like Mr. Bennington's supernatural thrillers. This book is geared toward those who crave conspiracy theories, secret societies and historical backdrops to modern corruption.
Early Reviews:
"Admittedly, I was astounded at the amount of insight depicted within the pages of this novel regarding the ins-and-outs of the various secret societies and how they integrate with the overall world-wide political and economic trends to favor a select few. Both of my grandfathers and father attended Yale University and I remember well the stories [albeit "facts] related by them - especially my father who was subjected to harsh acts of hazing not knowing what the end held in store for him. I would recommend this to anyone interested in learning how the other side works [i.e. upper echelons] and not look at this as total fantasy. Unfortunately, it's not!" - William Peck
***If you like ghost stories, read Jeff's Amazon bestselling supernatural thriller, REUNION, Twisted Vengeance and CREEPY, CREEPY 2, and CREEPY 3 -- All for ONLY 99¢ this holiday season!
You can follow Jeff at his blog The Writing Bomb, Facebook and Twitter (@TweetTheBook)
Jeff Bennington
Jeff Bennington is the bestselling author of supernatural thrillers like REUNION, TWISTED VENGEANCE, CREEPY, CREEPY 2, and CREEPY 3. The CREEPY series is a unique paranormal collection that blends true ghost stories with short supernatural tales that will keep you up at night. Jeff's novels have been compared to Koontz and King by his dedicated fans, and although many writers would love to hear such praise, Jeff simply turns red-faced, shakes his head and walks away. Mr. Bennington is a student of the craft, and hopes to perfectly pen a novel that balances fear, hope, tension and the state of the human condition so that every reader who reads it, weeps for days, nearly suicidal that it had to end. But until then, join him on the journey, and discover the many stories that have ravaged his brain in their struggle to get out... and they will escape... at any cost. LATEST NEWS: The Secret Tree, co-authored with Patrick Bousum is NOW available in the Kindle store and print. Coming to audio soon! WHAT'S COMING NEXT? Jeff will release MISSION UNDER FIRE in late summer - 2013. Mission Under Fire is a memoir co-written with Jeff's father-in-law, Rex Byers, about the terrifying events that unfolded on a mission trip to Haiti. After arriving in Port au Prince, the team endured a violent gun battle with a Haitian gang of bandits, with nothing to defend themselves except knives, coke bottles, and prayer. This is truly an amazing story of determination, faith, love, and ultimately forgiveness.
Read more from Jeff Bennington
Twisted Vengeance: A Supernatural Thriller Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5The Secret in Defiance Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsReader Giveaways: How You Can Win Amazon Products From Your Kindle Fire or Digital Device. Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings
Related to Killing the Giants
Related ebooks
The Will to Die Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Operation Nicaragua: John Carpenter Trilogy, #2 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsPartners in Crime: Daniel Pike Legal Thriller Series, #7 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsGuarding the Gates: Perilous Times, #3 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsDesigning a Succession Plan for Your Law Practice: A Step-by-Step Guide for Preparing Your Firm for Maximum Value Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSupply Chain Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsGambit Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Gatekeeper Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Last Patriot Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5False Flag Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Redemption: Jack Beckett Adventures Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsCitizen Newt: The Making of a Reagan Conservative Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsRotten Gods Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Watchmen Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Hot Seat Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Battling The Corporate Giants: The Ultimate David & Goliath Story Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsPaladine: Paladine Political Thriller Series, #1 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsLethal Savage: A Peter Savage Novel Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Seamless City: A Conservative Mayor's Approach to Urban Revitalization that Can Work Anywhere Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsRed Chaos Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Candidate Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5A Game For Assassins Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsHatchet Man: The Life of a Irish Hitman Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Devil's Ransom: A Pike Logan Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5All You Can Worry About Is Tomorrow Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Thralls of Fate: In the Shadow of Sin: Book One Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Three Musketeers Collection Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsReconnaissance: The Creator Returns Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Enemy of My Enemy Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Enemies Among Us: A Thriller Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5
Suspense For You
Leave the World Behind: A Read with Jenna Pick Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5It Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Stories of Ray Bradbury Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Pretty Girls: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5None of This Is True: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Then She Was Gone: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Last Thing He Told Me: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Mr. Penumbra's 24-Hour Bookstore: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Housemaid Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Institute: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I'm Thinking of Ending Things: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Nigerwife: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Brother Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Fairy Tale Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5If We Were Villains: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Terminal List: A Thriller Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Perfect Marriage: A Completely Gripping Psychological Suspense Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Paris Apartment: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The It Girl Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Last Flight: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Misery Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Maidens: A Novel Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5All the Missing Girls: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Mr. Mercedes: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Revival: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Hunting Party: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Outsider: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Billy Summers Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Hollow Places: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5
Related categories
Reviews for Killing the Giants
2 ratings0 reviews
Book preview
Killing the Giants - Jeff Bennington
Table of Contents
Chapter 1 • On Strike
Chapter 2 • Behind the Wheel
Chapter 3 • Geusto’s Ferry
Chapter 4 • The Hall
Chapter 5 • Le Grande Pub
Chapter 6 • Bereavement
Chapter 7 • Another Long Island, Please!
Chapter 8 • GAP
Chapter 9 • The Palace
Chapter 10 • C-4
Chapter 11 • Oxygen
Chapter 12 • MIT
Chapter 13 • Little Girl
Chapter 14 • Radisson
Chapter 15 • My Girls
Chapter 16 • I’m Done!
Chapter 17 • Road Trip
Chapter 18 • Grande Isle Interrogation
Chapter 19 • Lunchtime
Chapter 20 • The Empire State
Chapter 21 • Another Visitor
Chapter 22 • The Lobby
Chapter 23 • Madame Speaker
Chapter 24 • Capitol Hill
Chapter 25 • The Good Old Days
Chapter 26 • Jack
Chapter 27 • The Meek
Chapter 28 • Flight 340
Chapter 29 • You’re Dead
Chapter 30 • Coq Au Vin?
Chapter 31 • Seven Hundred
Chapter 32 • Lean-to
Chapter 33 • 1340 AM
Chapter 34 • Oasis
Chapter 35 • CAR
Chapter 36 • Exposed
Chapter 37 • One Thousand Feet of Copper
Chapter 38 • Details
Chapter 39 • White Knuckles
Chapter 40 • Never Forget
Chapter 41 • Plea Bargain
Chapter 42 • Cryptocracy
Chapter 43 • Righty Tighty
Chapter 44 • Something’s Missing
Chapter 45 • Crypto Elites
Chapter 46 • Welcome
Chapter 47 • The Giants
Chapter 48 • Memory after Memory
Chapter 49 • Frozen in Time
Chapter 50 • Everything You Have
Bibliography
Killing the Giants
By Jeff Bennington
Killing the Giants is a work of fiction. The events and characters described herein are imaginary and are not intended to refer to specific places or living persons. The opinions expressed in this manuscript are solely the opinions of the author and do not represent the opinions or thoughts of the publisher. The author has represented and warranted full ownership and/or legal right to publish all the materials in this book.
Killing the Giants, All Rights Reserved.
Copyright © 2009 Jeff Bennington
Cover Design © 2009 Jeff Bennington. All rights reserved.
Published by nexGate Press, an independent publisher.
Ebook creation by Dellaster Design
This book may not be reproduced, transmitted, or stored in whole or in part by any means, including graphic, electronic, or mechanical without the express written consent of the publisher except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.
Be sure to read Jeff’s other thrillers like: REUNION, a supernatural thriller, and The Rumblin’, a short suspense thriller. Visit www.jeffbennington.com to learn more about his books and what is coming next. You can follow Jeff on Twitter (@TweetTheBook), on Facebook, or at his blog, The Writing Bomb.
Chapter 1
On Strike
Chapleaux, Ontario, Canada
As the sun lifted in the small town of Chapleaux, Ontario, a mist covered the earth. The Canadian haze had thickened in the early morning hours, but began to fade with each passing moment. Likewise, the future of this struggling oil community lay in the balance as fear and questions permeated the morning air. The gravel road leading to the oil refinery was littered with vehicles and fifty-five-gallon drums. Several fires danced in the containers, emitting a ghostly warning of the dark moments that lay ahead.
The vehicles parked along the side of the road belonged to the workers on strike. The men and women emerged from their vehicles as coffee absorbed into their bloodstreams. Their leather work boots quickened as they lifted their picket signs and posters around the gated entrance of their estranged employer, Petroleum Products International. The smell of fresh air and the sound of the wind beating the tree branches overhead grew bitter as the oily stench of unrefined petroleum filled their nostrils.
The workers from Local 927 consisted of steamfitters, ironworkers, electricians, and oilmen. They were on strike because their union-negotiated contract had expired. Union representatives and company management were in a deadlock over wages and health benefits. Worse yet, a bus full of temporary workers from Texas had just rolled into town.
• • •
Here she comes, Blake!
shouted Dennis in his obnoxious, high-pitched voice.
Blake squinted to see the yellow school bus approaching in the distance. I see it.
Blake Driscole, the local committeeman and one of the crew leaders, had grown accustomed to a life of greasy, intense labor in the oil industry. An oilman by trade, and a rock-solid leader, Blake was intent on sending a message to management that he and his fellow workers were not going to give up a lifetime of dedicated service. Nor had they any plans of accepting the demands of the very profitable company.
How many of them do you suppose are on the bus, Blake?
asked Dennis, brushing shoulders with Blake, his best friend.
Don’t know. Might be forty or fifty of ’em, I suppose.
You think they have bats and clubs too?
Hey!
Blake turned and looked down at Dennis. I don’t know anything more about those scabs than you. So just shut up, hold up your sign and wait like the rest of us!
Sure thing, Blake. Sorry I ruffled your feathers like that. I…I didn’t mean any harm. I just—
Shut—up, Dennis!
Blake could tell that Dennis was scared. But then so was he. This, however, was a time to stand strong, shove fear into the dark recesses of your mind, and prepare to fight.
Blake turned to face the approaching bus as it came closer to the picket line. As he turned, he cocked his neck slightly in the direction of the rest of the crowd and shouted. Okay everyone, this is it! Get in your formation and hold up those signs! Gail?
Blake looked at the tall, rugged female ironworker to his left and nodded. Start the battle cry.
At that moment, Gail Skinner, encased in denim welder’s clothing, began to yell. Keep our pay…No scabs today! Keep our pay…No scabs today!
Dozens of union members cried out in unison. Keep our pay…No scabs today!
The workers moved in what seemed like slow motion, thrusting their signs and banners up and down into the air, and marched in step with the rhythm of their declaration.
The local media had just rolled in to get an update on the strike. They scurried about, loaded their cameras, straightened their ties and checked their teeth for cleanliness.
Blake could hear the reporters giving directions.
Over here Bill. I think we’ll get a better shot with the refinery as a back drop.
Another shouted, Hold on! My battery’s dead!
The cameraman dropped the battery in a frustrated attempt to install a new one.
Behind the angry demonstrators, half a dozen company security guards stood at attention. They were dressed in grey military-like uniforms, with black pinstripes down the side of their slacks, and a Canadian flag sewn on their left shoulder. In addition, they were accessorized with riot gear, which consisted of face shields, riot padding, and belts holding small cans of tear gas and billy clubs.
The guards were usually on good terms with the other workers. In fact, they diligently served the company, hoping that one day they might get a better-paying job inside the facility, or maybe even get an apprenticeship in one of the trades. Nevertheless, on that day, they had orders that conflicted with business as usual. On that day, company officials required the security guards to keep their friends and neighbors out of the refinery. They had orders to allow the temporary workers into the facility, so the refinery could continue production.
The guards stood in front of the ten-foot-tall rolling gate, shoulder to shoulder as their sweaty hands nervously clenched their clubs. Looking across the fragile scene, each security officer mimicked the lifeless expression of Greg Miller, the captain of the guards. As the union members began their battle cry, Greg yelled out his first command.
Attention!
Blake turned and watched as they prepared.
Greg walked in front of the group and said, Hold your ground gentleman, this might get ugly.
As the bus drew near, it slowed down to avoid running over the protesters. The driver applied the brakes, and the dirt rustled up a dusty fog that replaced the mist. The peaceful scenery that served as a backdrop only minutes prior to the bus’s arrival appeared clouded and filled with tension. A sense of anxiety began to permeate throughout all three parties.
Blake could feel the weight of the moment resting on his shoulders.
Without hesitation, Blake walked in front of the bus and lifted his hands into a stopping command. His union brothers and sisters followed. The war cry ended, replaced with the squealing brake pads on the old bus. When it stopped, silence emerged, as if it stepped out of the dusty smoke and rolled through the crowd.
Blake stepped toward the bifold entry door. He stretched out his arm, knocked on the glass portion of the door with the bat and said, Open up!
The driver didn’t acknowledge Blake, which pissed him off. He hit the door harder. Open the door!
The door squeaked and rattled, folding and jiggling to the right. The bus driver held the door open, looked at Blake and sighed. Hey, mister,
he said. I don’t want any trouble. All I wanna do is drop these folks off, and get home to my family—safely. Now, if you’ll kindly let us pass, I sure would appreciate it.
Blake sneered. You’re not going anywhere with those scabs. We’re on strike, and we’re not going to let ’em in. So if you don’t turn around, you’re going to be driving these folks to the hospital. Is that what you want?
The bus driver shifted nervously in his seat. No…I…I don’t think anyone here wants that, but I’ve got a job to do. I’m sure you understand.
Blake looked away for a moment and thought about his next move. He then stepped inside the bus. The driver attempted to close the door, thrusting Blake to the side. The act of defiance ignited Blake into a blazing fire of anger. The oilman lunged forward, grabbed the bus driver’s arm and shirt collar and yanked him out of the captain’s chair and down the steps. The driver’s arms and legs kicked and flailed about as Blake mercilessly dragged him onto the dusty gravel road.
You shouldn’t have done that, friend,
said Blake, as the driver thumped down the steps, protesting with an incomplete, What the fu—
Blake’s large shoulders puffed up as he pulled and his lips tightened with rage.
Shut up, and quit squirming around! You’re making this more difficult than it needs to be.
Blake continued to drag the driver away from the bus until he was several feet away. When he felt satisfied with the driver’s position, Blake threw him down on the ground as if he were shaking water from his hands, cleansing himself of the spineless character. Some of the other union workers completed Blake’s work by blocking the door, preventing him from reentering the bus and stopping the passengers from exiting.
Dennis looked at the driver and squeaked, Stay there!
He glanced at Blake, as he always had, hoping for a sign of his approval. It never came. Blake walked away and reentered the large vehicle.
He tried to communicate with the mostly Mexican workers. Hola. No Espanola…no work…go home…adios!
He pointed in the direction from which they came, and walked out of the bus, hoping that the example he made of the driver had intimidated them.
Greg Miller rushed to assist the bus driver.
Blake glanced at the squirrely man and he peered back at Blake with disgust.
The oilman considered his family and the years he spent working for PPI. The thought that his many years of service had come to such a pathetic conclusion boiled inside of him, stirring up a red-hot rage that he feared had become an essential ingredient in making things right.
In that moment, silence resumed as everyone stood still, waiting, wondering and anticipating what would happen next.
Chapter 2
Behind the Wheel
Greg Miller stuck his key into the lock, and turned it to the right. A few seconds later, with the help of his comrades, the tall chain-link fence slid open. The guards moved forward as their captain directed them, until they formed two parallel lines that made a path for the bus to enter.
Blake watched the gate roll open. What are you doing, Greg?
he asked with indignation. You think we’re gonna stand here and watch these guys stroll into the plant, while they steal our jobs?
Greg lifted his hands out in a calming gesture as he walked toward the bus driver. Take it easy, Blake. I know what you’re up against here. Just get through the negotiations and let the union and management settle this…peacefully?
Yeah right!
Blake rolled his eyes and pointed at the bus. "And let those scabs in there, to do our jobsand run our plant !"
Greg reached down, grabbed the driver’s hand and helped him up. I’ve got a job to do, Blake.
He grunted as the man stood to his feet. So if you care at all about our friendship, you’ll let these folks in.
Blake shook his head. Don’t do it, Greg.
The driver smacked his pants and dust billowed all around him. Greg waved his hands to clear the air of the debris and told the driver to get back on the bus and start driving.
Blake stared at Greg with eyes that could’ve killed, and slapped his baseball bat in his hands. Dennis!
he said, straight-faced. Get everyone in front of the bus!
Dennis obeyed as usual. Come on, everyone. You heard the man! Get over there!
The union members stepped into position, and the guards braced themselves and gripped their clubs. The workers weaved in between security, but were met with resistance. The guards pushed them away with their clubs and kicked them back with their boots.
Blake called out to Dennis as he tried to make his way toward him. Dennis! You want to get on the bus and drive the son of a bitch out of here?
Hell, yeah!
Dennis turned, and ran toward the door.
Blake shoved a guard out of his way and watched over his coworkers.
Gail tried to pass a security guard who must have assumed she attempted to assault him. He defensively pulled his billy club back and swung hard, hitting her on the side of her skull. The club popped her head and made a knocking sound as if the club hit a hollow wooden object. Gail fell flat on her face, lying still and lifeless. Blood began to flow down her ear and face. Blake tried to move, but was pinned in by four other union members. The workers near her retaliated with equal force, swinging their clubs and sticks.
• • •
Dennis encountered trouble when he attempted to take control of the bus. As he made his way up the steps, a very large Mexican, standing about six foot two, ran up the aisle and tackled him hard and heavy. The two bodies went flying toward the front window. When Dennis hit the glass, the back of his head smacked so hard that the glass shattered, causing several lacerations to his head and neck.
We want to work por favor!
the Mexican angrily exclaimed, then pointed toward the refinery. He proudly traipsed past Dennis, who was stunned and bleeding from his wounds. Dennis collapsed onto the driver’s seat and moaned in pain.
• • •
From outside the bus, Blake noticed the scuffle that had ensued between Dennis and the Mexican. However, he was already occupied with one of the guards.
Dennis!
As much as Dennis irritated him, he still felt responsible for his friend’s safety. He felt that way about all of the workers, and in a way, he was. For a brief moment, Blake forgot about the guard, who then swung his club across Blake’s right shoulder. The blow completely incapacitated his arm for a few seconds, burning his muscles all the way down to his fingers. Blake grabbed his arm, gritted his teeth and roared in agony.
The baseball bat fell from his hands, yet his instincts caused him to reach down and retrieve the weapon, regardless of the pain. In one determined motion, he swung the bat parallel to the ground, directly at the guard’s left knee. When the bat connected with its target, it made a crunching sound, breaking and splintering the bones inside his flesh. The guard shrieked in pain and his knees buckled.
• • •
Dennis screamed, Oh…geeeze! Oh noo!
as he lay sprawled across the driver’s seat. He knew he had let Blake down again. He tried to get up, pushing past the pain, but he felt dizzy and fell back down.
Dennis watched the Mexican jump down the steps into the thick of the brawl. It didn’t take long for the Mexican to get noticed by the rest of the mob. Although he put up a good fight, the crowd overtook him. He took down a few tradesmen, but he was no match for their numbers. Within minutes, the large man fell to the ground, bloodied and dazed. The sight energized Dennis. He smiled and then grunted in agony, worried that no one would notice that he was missing. The thought made him wonder if he’d end up in Texas if they sent the bus back where it came from.
• • •
The frenzied fighters screamed and cursed as the injured cried for help. Of course, the media filmed live as they attempted to give a blow-by-blow description of the intense moment. The temporary workers stared out of the windows, while the breath from their noses fogged up the glass.
Blake had never been more pissed.
After he finished with the guard, he ran inside the bus to take control of the situation.
Dennis! Are you all right, you little bastard?
Blake reached down and touched Dennis’s shoulder. Dennis just lay there moaning and reeling in pain. His hands were covered in blood, and his hair was tousled and sticky from the oozing, vital fluid.
Blake took a moment to look over Dennis’s injuries. He didn’t look good. Blake turned his head to look at the passengers. He saw some of them attempt to get out of their seats. They had been encouraged by their predecessor’s victory. Blake, however, was not about to let them overtake him. He lifted his bat in a threatening position, and held it up as if he were ready to swing. The scabs backed off.
That’s right. Sit your asses down!
Blake angrily commanded. No one’s getting off this bus! Do you hear me? No one!
He picked up his injured friend and laid him across the front seat. Hang tight, little buddy. We’re taking these scabs for a ride!
He climbed into the driver’s seat and prepared to drive.
Compared to the heavy equipment Blake had been accustomed to operating, the bus seemed like child’s play. He quickly assessed the controls and levers, and placed his hands and feet in their appropriate position. He pressed down on the clutch, put the gearshift in reverse, and hit the gas.
Outside, the rumble came to an abrupt stop as the bus began to back away from the chaotic setting. Greg nursed the Mexican’s wounds, while a couple of the union workers tended to Gail’s injury. The engine roared and clanked down the gravel road. The warriors stared in amazement as the bus drove away.
The reporters seemed disappointed that their high-energy news story had come to an end so suddenly.
The dust stirred up the silence, and the fighters watched the yellow machine drive backward. Blake grinned when he saw the workers’ and guards’ eyes light up with surprise as the bus pulled away. Their tired arms hung next to their torsos and their hearts beat in rapid succession. Some of them rested their elbows on their knees and caught their breath. The battle ended, but the war had only begun at the entrance of the PPI refinery in Chapleaux, Ontario.
Chapter 3
Geusto’s Ferry
Grande Isle, Louisiana
In Jefferson Parish, along the southern tip of Louisiana, there’s a small barrier island that parallels the coast in the Gulf of Mexico. It’s a beautiful place called Grande Isle.
Deep in the emerald waters, only three-quarters of a mile from Grande Isle, still within view of the sandy beaches, sits an oil rig owned by PPI. The massive drilling operation employs a modest percentage of the local islanders. They too were in negotiations with PPI management.
On a typical workday, Geusto’s Ferry transported materials and supplies, along with both incoming and outgoing PPI shift workers twice, daily. The first shift typically stepped off the ferry as they entered the rig, while the lethargic night shift crept down onto the ferry’s deck as they wormed their way home. However, the daily transaction was not completed on this day. There had been a terrible accident.
• • •
Sarah Perkins stood in line at a local coffeehouse, waiting for her tall mocha latte, watching the news on a wall-mounted television. The reporter touted the late-breaking story. He stood at the edge of a pier, holding his microphone just below his mouth.
"Like a bridge over troubled waters, long-time resident and every islander’s friend, Lee Geusto’s infamous Geusto’s Ferry exploded early this morning while making its daily journey to the PPI oil rig. Located about three-quarters of a mile offshore, the vessel along with Lee and most of the passengers were found dead at the scene at sunup this morning. Although the authorities have not released the names of the victims, we have been told that there may be only a few survivors between both shifts of PPI workers, all of which are in critical condition.
"Apparently, the explosion occurred during a shift change, when the ferry was put in at the offshore rig. Currently, it is believed that the explosion may have been an accident due to a faulty fuel line on the vessel. As a result, an investigation is underway.
"This certainly is a tragic day and a great loss for everyone on Grande Isle and surrounding communities. Our hearts and prayers go out to the victims and their families. Of course, we promise to keep you posted, and bring you the latest updates as they come in.
Up next…Dana Hartley has the weather after a word from our sponsor. I’m Rich Clark…and that’s the news at seven!
• • •
The catastrophe brought Sarah Perkins to Grande Isle. She had become the ATF’s agent of choice to investigate crimes that involved explosions