If That's What It Takes

About the Book

Someone administered an overdose of pure heroin to a Congressman's teenage son and daughter, Helen and James.

Their tragic deaths activated a huge interstate manhunt to find their killer, stimulated forcibly by the White House and intimidated by the Media.

The Chief of Police and the New York Mayor decided that two Homicide detectives be assigned to work alongside two of the top Special Agents of the Drug Enforcement Administration.

Special Agents Ashley Reed and Max Cutter started their hazardous journey and vigilant surveillance to uncover an opulent International Narcotic Organization of drug Traffickers, dealers and street pushers. All masterminded by the Sicilian Mafia.

Their base of operations stems from an "Out-post" so named by the D.E.A. To a few of the police Precincts in and around the Big Apple who were unable to combat the increasing drug related crimes.

A transmission of accumulated and potent psychedelic synthetic drugs and others commonly used are included for educational purposes, as are the psychedelic experiences of some of the victims that suffer macabre hallucinations.

Included in this thrilling action packed and humorous novel, are some Explicit Sexy Sections, (substantially in Chapter 18).

In addition, a very passionate entwined romantic love between Ashley and Laura, whose separation strikes heavily in both their hearts.

ADULTS ONLY.

About the Author

I hope you enjoy reading this novel as much as I enjoyed writing and creating it. Although I had spent many months in research for this book, I am not convinced that all of the actual facts that I thought at the time to be correct, are indeed correct, but they are surely well within the boundaries.

The characters in this book became real people to me, and I truly hope that they will to you also, and share their anxieties, their fears, their happiness and pleasure, as I did.

On occasions, I openly admit that I cried, and on others laughed out loud and soared to new heights, but yet again at times I would really feel their anguish and pain. However, most of all I felt the friendship and love that surrounded them.

There has been a lot of soul searching on my behalf whilst writing about the characters emotion and traits, and the spiritual make-up of them.

I had also experienced a nostalgic "de la boue" and a sense of great loss sorrow and deep regrets.

A thousand pangs of conscience on this journey have haunted my dreams and disturbed my mind, so much so, that at times this disarray caused me to cease writing for days on end.

But one cannot return to open old wounds for they have become hard tissue scars which resist any chance to hanker back for another more favorable fate, for although sadder, we must console ourselves with being wiser.

I hope this book will arm you with a new awareness of the heartless, greedy, ruthless drug traffickers, drug lords, dealers and pushers, who wouldn't give a moment's thought for the future children of our planet.

This catastrophe has got to end, I know only one way to defeat them all effectively and efficiently, and that's a fifteen-year project put into force wherever possible around the world. It needs perseverance and unwavering commitment by all those able to implement its success.

No pilot scheme, or trial period, but a full and complete commitment, after all what is the alternative but a continuance of our already doomed methods, where the seizures are a mere fraction of the tons of drugs that enter out cities for distribution daily.

The concept is to spoon-feed our children with warnings of the danger of drugs, which would harmfully affect and hinder their future. After all, don't we warn them not to talk to strangers, and teach them to cross roads carefully, also the dangers of hot irons and the scalding affects of boiling water?

These are just a few of the first steps in the educating them against dangers.

The second step should be of their future sex ventures and extremely unwary minefield implications, especially with the lurking killer Aids that is spreading at an epidemic rate around the world and alarmingly internally.

There can be no argument to oppose this method if we want to save the lives of our children and grandchildren. Does it have to hit your own home before it becomes a realization?

So please, everyone, act now for by the age of ten years old the children throughout the world should already be aware of their perilous and vulnerable life pitfalls ahead of them.

There are no safe drugs and no safe sex, the latter should be simple, if you care for one another wait for that wonderful moment by both taking a H.I.V test. How wise, how practical and considerate, a savoir-faire for the safety of each other.

Reflecting once more on the other hazardous venture is too fraught with treacherous drugs of any kind including smoking marijuana, for their way will be lost projecting them onto a path of misfortune.

An average global death-toll through drug abuse is over seven thousand a year, that's nearly twenty persons under the age of thirty die each and every day, very close to one person every hour.

In Italy alone in 1990 and still steadily increasing a disturbing amount of 3.000,000 addicts were injecting themselves with heroin.

Of these 1,469 died.

So isn't it about time that we start now to take the responsibility to protect our children from what could be a devastating future.

Remember, they are born without any knowledge, any expectations or any insight to what perils lay ahead of them. Therefore, it's our duty to protect them by educating them and to "Please" whisper in the ears of children everywhere... To say! "NO... NOT ME!"

My fondest thanks to my dear wife Dolly, whose support, inciting and patience enabled me to write. I love her dearly.

My special thanks to dearest Caroline, who unwittingly inspired me and shared with me a greater dimension than I would ever have thought possible.

Also, saddened thanks to the four heroin addicts who started me on my quest many years ago. Andy, J, Pete and Mel, who trusted me enough to let me witness them cooking 'the substance' over a candle in a tablespoon and then injecting themselves, using only one single syringe between them.

When I saw them use the tourniquet so methodically, constricting their blood flow through the arteries with such efficiency and familiarity, it made my heart weep to watch them. They squatted themselves on soiled cushions and grimed torn car bench seats which were scattered on the bare gritty floorboards.

The cracked plaster and filthy walls that surrounded them gave the ambience a macabre and cultic formula especially with the single candle, flickering dimly and smoking wildly.

I heard rats scuffling in a dark corner of the room and I shivered from head to toe.

These three young guys and girl, so far misplaced and wasted, that I fear they shall never make it back.

My pity and sorrow silently pitched out to them because I felt that it was not entirely their fault, for if such drugs were not so easily available, they wouldn't be in that wretched state.

God help them and the thousands and thousands like them.

They were the inspiration for me to eventually write this book.