Two new titles are available on Amazon. The first is the fourth of the State of Arizona series, STATE OF CONFUSION. It takes Tan and a new Governor to new heights of trouble at the southern border along with trouble in the capital between the new Governor and everyone else, particularly Tan.

The second book is the second of the DEACON series, DEACON UNDERGROUND. The Deacon is caught up in three or four problems that all wrap around Gold. He has to go underground to get to the bottom of it all.

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State of Threat

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Arizona needs water to live. There is never enough water for the crop, the livestock, the mines, the people. What if there was a year when all the lakes filled up and the rain kept coming down? What if one man swore to destroy Phoenix Metro area? How would he do it? Who could stop him?

He only wanted half a billion dollars.

Tan Brown, the Governor, and friends fight again for the life of Arizona.

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His ‘IN’ box was empty as it had been for the 22 work days he had already served in this office. His computer stood to the right on the desk as he sat down. He grabbed the key board, picked up on the HALO game he had been playing for the last 19 days in this office, and prayed for something to investigate. The first three days had been spent stealing the furniture from various warehouses owned by the State of Arizona. Stealing needed supplies was a skill he learned early in the Corps, only there they called it Midnight Requisitioning, although all of this was acquired in broad daylight.

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He gave up on the game in a matter of minutes and called the Governor’s office. Once he was through to the Governor, the former Marine said, “Governor, I am bored to tears. Don’t you have some enemy you want followed, intimidated, or just plain harassed? Anything? I will even go down the street to the park and bust a few dopers or homeless bums if you want me to. My apprentice, Chuck, is spending every waking moment finding us two parking spots. I don’t have even that to do.”

“Now, Tan, you know how important you are to me. We don’t have any more dopers in the park, do we? Who else would vet my bodyguards if you weren’t around? Didn’t you check my limo for bugs and bombs this morning?”

“Yes, Ma’am, I did, just like I do every morning. And, no, there probably aren’t any dopers in the park.”

“I have asked you not to call me by that term, I am the Governor.”

“Yes, Ma’am, Governor, I know that, but I was hoping you’d get mad enough to fire me or something.”

“Tell ya what, Tan, I’ll find you some work today or you can have a week off with pay to get the yard fixed up at your new home. How’s that?”

“Better than sitting here playing HALO, Governor. What about Chuck? Got anything for him?”

“I’ll make it a two man task, how’s that? Maybe I’ll steal a state vehicle and run away so you will have to find me.”

“Beautiful.”

“Bye for now, Mr. Brown.”

“Good bye, Governor.”

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Two men and one woman gathered in the National Historic Site, Hassayampa Inn, on Gurley Street in Prescott, Arizona. An Executive Suite was all theirs complete with hor d’oevres, drinks, and a round table to allow for no one person at the head. The group had met before to no final result due to the arguing about which of them was the lead man or woman. It was not a pretty day for any of them when they put an end to the meeting and left in serious huffs. There is no harmony or trust among thieves, and these three hated each other. The elder wanted them dead, but there was still work to do.

This day the discussion proceeded rather smoothly until they got to the ransom.

She said, “I think a cool hundred million should be reachable for a city the size Phoenix.”

The youngest chimed in with, “Phoenix is worth what, twenty or thirty billion maybe even forty billion dollars easily.”

The oldest one let them all know he was still capable with, “Peanuts! Woman, I didn’t spend all that money bailing you out the jail in Flagstaff just to have you sit here and think small. I could have gotten many to do that for nothing. Think.” He turned to the youngest. “I thought you were a big operator. You’re as puny as a starving dog. Let’s try much bigger numbers than those. Your estimates are not enough to cover the cleanup let alone rebuild. You two are peanut gatherers, not true money hungry entrepreneurs. You just aren’t angry enough at this great city. I propose we ransom the Phoenix Metro area for a half billion bucks in gold, silver, and precious jewels, with, shall we say five mil in old hundreds and twenties.”

The youngest was in this to learn by watching the pros. “I’ll second that.”

“Two to one,” the elder stated.

She said, “I’ll go along.”

The elder asked, “What’s for lunch?”

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