Council Of Fire
It was a clear early autumn evening, and a full moon filtered through the ancient cottonwood trees lining the graveled driveway to Lisa Garza's home in Albuquerque's South Valley. For her, tonight was just the beginning—the first step on what promised to be a long, hard road to justice.
"You've been a million miles away all night," Bruce Atcitty said while parking.
Lisa looked at her Navajo friend. She'd met the young police officer two years ago when he'd agreed to moonlight for Rio Grande Security Services. An Albuquerque policeman's salary made it a challenge to meet all the expenses of raising a family.
"Tonight we identified the client's security threats and recommended fixes. But it's the last job on the schedule. Business has dried up. No one wants to hire a firm owned by a man most people have been told was a thief. To make matters worse, they're not totally sure I'm innocent either," Lisa said.
"I'm concerned about you and particularly the decision you've made. Field ops is not your area of expertise. Intelligence gathering, threat analysis and countermeasures, those are your strengths. You don't even carry a weapon. As far as I know y ... read full excerpt from Council of Fire ebook
