KNIGHT'S REPORTS: 3 Book Set
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Authors: Gordon Kessler
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Knight's Reports
Box Set
Your Three Favorite E Z Knight Novels
From "The E Z Knight Reports" Series
Volumes 2, 3 & 4
(Volume 1 Prequel, KNIGHT’S HELLFIRE coming soon!)
by
Gordon A Kessler
I've been writing
thriller novels for over twenty years. I enjoy writing them almost as much as I enjoy talking about them.
If you are entertained by this or any of my other works of fiction, could you be so kind as to drop me a quick email? I would appreciate it tremendously. Let me know who you are and what pleased you the most. I promise that I will personally respond.
Email me
and say
hi!
:
[email protected]
Tweet me at:
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Please stop by my website and blog at:
http://gordonkessler.com/
–it's fun and you'll be glad you did.
On the site, you'll find my blogs as well as info on not only my past work, but also on novels to come. And there's a
special section giving brief bios on all the
"E Z Knight Reports'"
major characters. Be forewarned: you'll find a page of
Oz's colorful witticisms
, as well — adult readers only, please.
My Jazzy Brass has her very own
fan pages
on the website, complete with
photos
,
blog
and "
Jazzy Brass's Missing Scenes
". You'll love her, if you don't already!
Also, you'll discover a special section on the site highlighting the "
Knight's Girls
" (a little
risqué) in a gallery showing the different Knight Girl for each current
"E Z Knight Reports" novel covers
, as well as some that are coming up.
Enjoy!
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?
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Dedication
Much work goes
into writing an entertaining novel, and quite a bit of it isn't done by the author. I have numerous friends and fellow authors who allow me to bounce off ideas and a couple of great editors who proofread my stories prior to publishing. They are vigilant, and help me produce what I feel is quality fiction — entertainment. I'd like to thank them now.
Denise and Gary — once again, thank you, my good friends! I dedicate this third book in "The E Z Knight Reports" series to you.
Also, a special dedication to the women and men of the rail industry — especially those in the field with their hands on rolling equipment. As alluded to in this novel, railroad work can be very dangerous with hazards springing up from unexpected places, constantly. This is especially true in train yards, at night, and double the dangers under adverse weather conditions. Be safe out there, my friends.
A shout out goes to our National Guard, specifically those in Colorado and at the HAATS training center. You’re obviously doing an incredible job for your country and your state.
A big and high “hi!” to the wonderful folks in Colorado where the girls are pretty, and the guys like to get down and dirty! Denver, Vail, Winter Park, the lovely Crested Butte area and the workers at Moffat Tunnel — you da best!
USMC, what can I say but “Semper Fi!” I love the Corps!
Please check out Kessler's other books
Thriller novels:
Other "The E Z Knight Reports" series novels:
Coming soon:
Short stories:
"Jack Baron,"
nostalgic romance
"
Toothpick for Two,
" humorous relationship story
Nonfiction about novel writing:
Coming soon:
“The E Z Knight Reports” Series
Foreword
My name is
Ethan Zachariah Knight — but most folks call me
E Z
, like the letters "E" then "Z," or simply:
Easy
. It's not that hard; it is —
easy
.
I'm narrating these accounts to writer Gordon A. Kessler, who will transcribe each into a report along with some supporting information he's gleaned from interviews and other research.
These statements are required by my parole officer. She's a great gal — lovely lady — and asks little of me in return for a
job
I did for her once (in
Knight’s Big Easy
). But she does insist that I give a narrative on everything that's happened between my mandatory monthly visits. I think it's a personal thing; her life is so boring that she lives vicariously through my misadventures. The crazy thing is that she doesn't care a bit about me breaking the law — as long as the end justifies the means. I guess that's okay by me, because after reading each report I turn in, she shows it to no one else.
And I tell her
everything
.
You should know a couple of things about me from the beginning:
1. I'm former military, and I've killed people, both here and abroad. But I've always tried to do my killing for the right reason. These days
I just want to be left alone
, and I avoid putting an end to people's lives as much as possible.
2. I have a couple of kids I love dearly, but a restraining order keeps me at least 200 yards away. They live with my folks in Colorado — I spend much of my time on my sailboat in Southern California trying to keep a low profile. Like I said,
I just want to be left alone
.
3. Why the restraining order? I was convicted of murdering my wife — my children's mother.
Of course I'm innocent, and I found proof after escaping from prison a while back. In the process, I got even with two dirty FBI special agents who were involved in my wife's death. As far as I'm concerned, their deaths were self-defense. Still, I haven't been able to prove the Federal agents' involvement
yet
. Being dead, they can't confess. Too bad, I'd love to make them talk.
Due to lack of evidence on the dead Feds and other extenuating circumstances, the court considered my involvement in their deaths involuntary manslaughter. The prosecution also took into account the proving of my own innocence in my wife's killing. In a plea bargain, I was sentenced to ten years' probation plus the three years I'd been behind bars — time served. I might add: some favorable outside influences from my past got involved on my behalf.
I'll get around to telling this whole story when the time is right. But, for a man who has yet to look forty in the eye, a whole bunch of my story is yet to be
lived
, let alone
told
.
Oh, and — did I mention:
I just want to be left alone
?
That's the skinny on me.
I hope you and Parole Officer Tamara White Cloud are entertained by these reports. And please excuse the colorful language, risqué encounters and violence — it's what my life has become.
Knight's Big Easy
An E Z Knight Novel
From
"The E Z Knight Reports" Series
Volume 2
by
Gordon A Kessler
This book is
a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to actual events or locales is entirely coincidental.
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Knight's Big Easy
Copyright © 2012 Gordon A Kessler.
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ISBN-13:
978-1478182498
ISBN-10: 1478182490
Vicki H-B, Tonya C, Gary C, Denise B — thank you, my good friends!
I dedicate this "The E Z Knight Reports" series
novel to you.
Prologue
Spiders and Snakes
5:00 AM, Honey Island Swamp, Louisiana
"Where Y’at, boy?"
US Marine Lance Corporal
Billy White Cloud ducks the flashlight beam and glances at the two small blonde children he holds protectively. The muddy water has dried on their young faces, but the three and four-year-olds have stopped crying. He's unsure how much longer they can hold out — or even how long
he
can, chest high in the cool swamp water.
"We gonna find ya’s, boy," the fat man in the bateau shouts. "Y'know that. Jus' a matt
er o’time. ‘Bout sixty dee-grees out there. Don’t sound so bad, but you get that hypothermia in less than two hours. You been out here for o’er three. An’ those kids — they gonna catch their deaths. Y’jus' gettin' chilled out there f'no good damn reason. Good fo' gators and moccasins, though. They'm like their food cold."
The bayou smells of decaying plants and muck.
Billy scans the darkness for the hundredth time, wondering how the hell he could have gotten into such a mess. The fat man's flashlight beam illuminates dozens of eyes from the darkness — and they're all set on Billy. He's never seen a real alligator outside a zoo, and he absolutely hates snakes.
His arms are getting tired and his legs are cold and crampy.
Shivers are coming in strong waves that make his teeth rattle when they’re not clenched.
"We ain't gonna hurt those babies none. I's the parish sheriff, son. Y’can trust me
— Sheriff Jimmie Babeuf DePue. I'll take good care o'those orphans."
Billy wonders about the “orphans” part. How were these children orphaned — did the sheriff have a hand in that, too?
The boat edges closer to the clump of vines and swamp grass they're hiding behind, and the little girl starts to sob again.
Something bumps into Billy's arm, and at first he thinks it's an alligator.
It's only a six-foot piece of drift wood. But the four-year-old girl's tiny face wrenches in fear.
"No-no," Billy whispers. "It's only a log
— it's a piece of wood." He gently places his forehead against the child's, but he can barely see her eyes in the darkness. "Don't cry. They'll hear you. We've got to be real quiet. I'll get you out of here just as soon as they go."
"
Écoute
, boy!
" the sheriff shouts. "Y’better hear me one last time. Y’alone out there. Y’gonna die if’n I don't find ya's. Y’come on out, now." He pauses. His tone indicates his real feelings — he booms, "Boy! I's the sheriff, an' I's gonna shoot y’ass for kidnappin' when I find ya’s, if'n ya don't come out
right now
!"
The boat's t
oo close. They'll be on them within a few seconds. It doesn't take Billy any time at all to run through his options — he has none.
He strikes quickly, not caring about the noise he makes.
The water erupts as two shotguns discharge in unison.
