THE FRAN RUPERT ADVENTURE SERIES
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The status of the Kurdish minority in Turkey in 1972 created political unrest and turmoil in the region. “We want our own country.” That’s what Washington was told by a group of Kurds. When two American college girls spend spring break touring historic sites in Turkey, they are kidnapped by Kurds and held as political hostages to encourage one of the girl’s father, who is a U.S.
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The status of the Kurdish minority in Turkey in 1972 created political unrest and turmoil in the region. “We want our own country.” That’s what Washington was told by a group of Kurds. When two American college girls spend spring break touring historic sites in Turkey, they are kidnapped by Kurds and held as political hostages to encourage one of the girl’s father, who is a U.S. senator, to act on behalf of their captors.
John Harter is a very private man who has secretly served many presidents. It falls upon him to convey the news to the current president, a man who has his own troubles.
While John begins a diplomatic effort to free the girls, Fran Rupert, C.I.A. operative extraordinaire, is hot on their trail, searching for the girls and organizing their rescue. The Kurds become impatient and take another hostage. Time is running out as they schedule a vengeful trial of their captives.
…After spending more than six months at a naval hospital in Bahrain recovering from bullet wounds she received when ambushed in rural Afghanistan, Fran Rupert had finally been cleared for duty and returned to Langley for reassignment. Anxious to get back into the field and resume her double life as buyer of oriental rugs and as an agent in the field for special operations, she was disappointed to learn that she would be remaining stateside. Her “cover” had obviously been blown — her name and image were associated with numerous assassinations.
There exists in Washington a pecking order, not just among select agencies, but across the entire political spectrum. It’s a ranking system, but “rank” is a military term, and not appropriate in a political context. As a substitute, “status” is the word used by the executives of many Washington agencies to define just where in that pecking order a given individual stands. John’s “status” was almost impossible to determine. His name was not found on any of the organizational charts frequently referenced as the definitive source of such information. Rumors of his connection to the oval office were plentiful, yet his name was never mentioned, nor did it ever appear in any report or document originating from that office.
“Is that what happened at the bridge, too? You screwed up? Another female thing?” The tone of the question was less than respectful and Fran responded accordingly. “Another female thing? Is that what you said? Another female thing? Do you really think that you can walk right in here, Mr. New Guy and try to fuck with my head? I’ll show you another female thing, smart guy. If I ever hear you talk to me in that tone of voice again, I will kick your ass from now until the end of next week, and then I will dump your body in the woods and walk away without so much as a glance behind me. You got that?” she added, speaking directly to him. Without another word, she released him so that he dropped back into his seat.
Fran returned to the classroom a few moments later, her breathing more or less under control and the tension in her face diminished. “Let’s start at the top of the mission report. One morning, I learned that my good friend had been murdered along with two Marines. It was a senseless killing, really. But the killer had been identified and located. He was holed up in a house in the middle of nowhere in a remote area of Northeast Turkey. I met with my boss and with two helicopter pilots and in about the length of time that it will take for me to tell you these things, we planned the mission. No Langley tech guys, no rehearsals and no consideration of alternate outcomes!” She was shouting again. Fran turned around and faced the wall, trying to regain her composure. After a minute, she faced them and began again.