THOMAS J NICHOLS, Author

PREVIEW: VOICES IN THE FOG

Following in the footsteps of the great writers of international espionage, and mixing a blend of fact and fiction, Voices in the Fog documents the works of the beautiful, All-American poster girl Christie Cole as she takes on a deep undercover assignment in the FBI – to investigate the private life of a Justice of the U. S. Supreme Court.


Her voyage into the world of international intrigue takes her from Washington D. C. to the mountains of Roswell New Mexico, a land of spies and counter-spies; into the barren deserts of Mexico; around the world to the site of the original Manchurian Candidate; and finally, into the world of nuclear submarines beneath the ice of the North Atlantic.


Christie Cole finds her strength and support from a real-life James Bond, Alfred Williams, and from her exuberant mentor, the handsome Rod McCarren. Together, they take the world to the threshold of nuclear war, then balance their effort with that of diplomacy to bring Voices in the Fog to a peaceful whisper in the setting sun.

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A Multiple award-winning author Thomas J. Nichols has penned the second in the Border War Series. “We Were Young Once…,” follows his top-selling “Color of the Prism” in taking the reader into the depths of human and drug trafficking along the Mexican…

With blinding speed, the chopper zoomed directly toward the guardhouse and loosed its rockets and machine guns into the building. The light of the explosions blinded the remote controlled camera. Moments later, the fire died down. Rucinski and Williams saw the charred remains of the building and the pickup truck that was parked in front of it. Less than three hours ago, two guards relieved the others who went back to the house for the night. Now, they were dead. Just like the four at Mi Tios, and the other four in Laredo. The attack group hit the two houses at the precise moment the rockets hit the gatehouse. The assault team came in from three sides. They lobbed flash-bang grenades and high tech hydro-stink bombs through the windows – all of the windows except the one to Gonzales’ bedroom.


The flash-bangs were vivid and deafening, the explosive sound of dynamite. They caused anyone near where they landed to be stunned for a few moments, or possibly deafened for life. The hydro-stink grenades, one of the newest additions to their arsenal, were ultra-putrid stink weapons; so powerfully strong that even the bravest of men would have only two reactions, puke and get away! Between them, the grenades that were thrown through the windows disabled the guards. With any luck at all, the judge might be scared out of his wits, but he would be safe.


The masked assault team entered the houses with programmed exactitude. They walked methodically through the buildings, room-to-room, closet to closet, their automatic weapons spitting .223 bullets at the rate of seven hundred rounds per minute. It was over in a matter of seconds. Three men and the woman were dead or dying. Only the Honorable Ricardo Huerta Gonzales remained alive – they hoped..

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