Ashes Will Fall, an emotional roller coaster that leads from the deadly streets of Miami, to the hallowed halls of the White House.
Nick Ruben is a man that has it all. That is until his wife and children are murdered in cold blood. By joining forces with Miami-Dade S.W.A.T. officer Christian Jones, they hand out their version of vigilante justice against the drug czar Juan Chavez. Junes struggles to find a delicate balance between his duties and his personal crusade against a man that is untouchable by the law.
James M. Patrick Bio
After serving his country in the US Army, James Patrick spent more than ten years serving as a Department of Defense and Department of State contractor throughout the Middle East to include Kuwait and Iraq. Contractor by day and writer by night, he has worked hard to author work that would entice and entertain his readers.
A student of history and politics, James attempts to bring a great deal of reality and sense of authenticity to his characters. Characters that become more to you than just the words on a page. Compelling stories that do more than simply entertain, but also a reason to laugh, cry, and in some cases want to scream.
Lazo had never taken the time out to think about how to dispose of a dead body. Sure, he had read several books, watched plenty movies and seen countless television shows that had their own ideas on how to dispose of a dead body. The problem was, he was not a calculating, shady character that did this type of thing on a normal basis. Though he was sure that there were good ideas in those movies and books, confronted with a real life dead body, he could not recall a single one. The point remained, he had to do something.
Standing on the boardwalk, looking into Gil’s soft brown eyes, he felt his pulse throbbing in his temples. At first, he thought it was the reaction from suddenly stopping his run. However, when the throbbing did not subside, in fact when it intensified the longer that he stood there he realized that it was Gil causing it. He felt as if he were hypnotized, and could do nothing more than stare into her eyes.
“How am I going to do this? I’ve never killed anyone. Hell, I’ve never shot a gun before. I’m a damn advertising executive. These guys are drug dealers.” Ruben pointed out.
“I was careful to choose guys who won’t put up much of a fight. These guys are small potatoes. The dealers that you are thinking of are too hard to get to. Don’t worry about them. All you need to do is kill them. I can make it look like what I need it to. Once an idea is planted, it’s hard to get rid of.” Ruben said. “Plus, I’m going to teach you everything that you need to know. You’ll be surprised at how easy it’s going to be.”