Counterfeit Lies

Counterfeit Lies

Language: English

Pages: 336

ISBN: 1476714355

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

The explosive new thriller from Oliver North, who stormed bestseller lists nationwide with his disarmingly authentic military novel Heroes Proved, is a gripping, non-stop tale that could only be written by someone who has "been there, done that."

Veteran undercover FBI agent Jake Kruse is investigating a smuggling ring in southern California when his assignment is cut short. A prominent criminal defense attorney wants to hire Jake on another kind of mission: to kill the daughter of a local crime boss.

What began as a "contract killing" soon captures the attention of the CIA, the U.S. Secret Service, and high-level officials in Washington. The undercover agent is plunged into a deadly underworld of North Korean espionage, Hezbollah terror and the sinister deception Iran uses to acquire nuclear weapons. Caught in a web of international intrigue that goes to the top of the U.S. government, Kruse is forced to confront the ultimate moral quandary: doing what’s right when everything seems wrong.

His New York Times bestseller Heroes Proved was praised by Sean Hannity as "a heart-thumping ‘must-read’ for every American" and as "inspiring truth in the form of a novel" by U.S. Army Lieutenant General William "Jerry" Boykin, a founding member of Delta Force.

Now, national security expert and decorated war hero Oliver North and former U.S. Marine and FBI undercover agent Bob Hamer bring their real-life experience to this pulse-pounding tale of international intrigue and down-to-the-wire suspense. They say it’s fiction. But it’s all too real.

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something, which Jake assumed to be Korean expletives referencing the undercover agent’s mother in some capacity. Tommy turned in time to see Jake munching on the Korean appetizer and smiling ear to ear. The restaurant was larger than Jake expected. From the street he assumed there were not much more than a few tables, but there was a fully stocked bar running the width of the building and several dozen worn tables scattered throughout the darkened open area. Ragged Asian décor accented the

was standing there with a heavy-duty lug nut wrench in his right hand. Gabe nodded from behind the closed screen door. “Yeah.” “Sorry to bother you, man. I just saw Yeong leave and he said to ask you for help. My battery is dead and I need a jump.” “Why are you here?” “I was partying down the street and parked in the alley. I guess I left my lights on,” said the bartender with enough sincerity to be believed. “Yeah, I can help you,” said Gabe with some reluctance. “Do you have jumper

The Iranian-trained jihadi picked up a single-edge razor blade from the workbench. He then sliced away at Gabe’s pants, exposing his left thigh. “What do you want?” screamed Gabe as Mohammed held the razor in front of the captive’s face. Gabe knew in that instant he was straddling death at the hands of a jihadist—just as Navy diver Robert Stethem had been in Beirut, aboard TWA 847. Even in his agony, Gabe remembered the hidden micro-recorder was documenting this terrible ordeal and he resolved

world safe from democracy,” said Jake with a mischievous grin. “For democracy, not from democracy,” she said, shaking her head. “Whatever. Have you decided what you want?” “I’ll take a cup of clam chowder . . .” “I can afford soup, good choice . . .” “And the Niçoise blue crab salad.” Jake gave her a look. “Pierre, I’m eating for two.” Just then the surfer dude brought the iced tea and water with lemon. Jake ordered . . . the crab salad and soup for her, just the soup for him. He didn’t

Here’s a quarter. I know all agents are cheap but you just signaled everyone—the good, the bad, and the ugly—that you’re a cop. I’d like to maintain some semblance of secrecy. It might just keep me alive.” Jake flipped him the quarter and Trey sheepishly retreated to the car, pulled his mike, and pumped the quarter into the meter. When Trey returned he apologized. “Don’t be sorry, be cautious.” “Yeah, like meeting you in broad daylight on the busiest surface street in the Valley is cautious.”

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