Sneak Peak!

The narrative for Marathon’s next adventure is coming together nicely! My free time has been devoted to drafting the rough copy of her next novel. The story is fast paced, action-packed and one continuous narrative.

I cannot wait to share the next chapter… please stay tuned for updates.

Until then, here is a sneak peak:

“Mr. President, sir!”

“Excuse me Mark,” the President stated as he held his cell phone close to his ear.  He secured his golf club under his arm as he stared down at the putt he was about to attempt while other players around him waited patiently.   “If this isn’t an emergency you better explain yourself for interrupting me on vacation.”

“Sir, we have information on Agent Torres,” Mark said knowing the President would immediately respond.  

“Cannot talk here, assemble the team for briefing in thirty minutes,” he barked. 

“Orchid room sir?” 

“Make sure Robert and Jeff are there, no one else.  I don’t need to remind you how serious this situation has become.”

“Sir, they just checked in at the Bedminster residence.”

“Good.  Inform secret service of the change of plans and prep the meeting.”

“Yes, sir.”

The President ended the call and placed the cellphone in his khaki front pocket as he dropped his putter down while holding the handle upright.  He strolled over to the ball and carefully lined up the last shot of the day.  His eyes squinted towards the hole about ten feet away.  The President then hit the ball forward and sank the putt before tossing his club over to his caddy by the golf cart.  

“I’m sorry gentlemen, but I have to cut our afternoon short.  Something’s come up,” he said as he nodded towards a stern looking secret service agent who then prepped the golf cart for transport.  The President knew he was in the process of receiving new orders.  

The men surrounding the president looked disappointed but wished him well and asked if would join them again tomorrow for another round of golf.  “I doubt I will be out here tomorrow, submit your proposals to my chief of staff and I will take a look at them before the end of the week,” he said as he sat next to the secret service agent.  The men thanked the President as he rode off towards the country club.  

The President felt his cell phone vibrate in his pocket.  He took it out as the golf cart transitioned onto blacktop and picked up speed.  He checked his phone and saw a text from Robert, one of his closest allies.  “Mr. President,” it read.  “She’s alive.”