Set a few months or a few years from now, novelist Lee Jackson’s portrait of America is a very familiar one. People carry their ID cards wherever they go. Gas is expensive and the value of the dollar has dropped so far that even rural areas like Redemption, Montana, have thriving black markets, barter economies, and high unemployment. But otherwise, life in the small town goes on day by day. And terrorism is a constant worry across the country, even in a town three thousand miles from New York City with a population of only three hundred.
Ben Trinity hitchhikes into Redemption during a snowstorm with a story about a parole-mandated job on the West Coast that he’s never going to make. His story earns him a job as a handyman at Carlene Ryton’s roadside diner and a place to sleep, and once he clears it with Homeland Security—the top law enforcement agency in the United States—he tries to settle in as best he can. But hiding in plain sight is no easy task for a convict, much less a terrorist, which is what the government says Ben is, and it’s only a matter of time before the locals find out who he is.
Never tried, let alone convicted—due process has been suspended in the United States—Ben contends that he is innocent, and he may be, but does he have enough strength and conviction left to prove it?
Lee Jackson’s engaging thriller is both a powerful cautionary tale and a mesmerizing portrait of an unlikely hero.
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Ben didn’t need any coins, dialing the unlisted number he knew by heart.
“Four seven five, eight three two, zero five,” he said, keeping his voice low.
“One moment.” He didn’t recognize the tinny classical music playing while he waited on hold. They’d finally gotten around to changing the tune. About time, he thought; he was sick of Vivaldi.
A woman’s voice cut off the music. “McGraff.”
“Four seven five, eight three two, zero five,” Trinity repeated quietly.
“You’re cutting it pretty damned fine, Ben. You were forty minutes from being in violation, you know that?” Her cigarette-and-whiskey voice might have been sexy if he didn’t know what Mrs. Clarice McGraff looked like. Or feared her.
“Yes, ma’am. Sorry.”
He heard the tapping of computer keys over the line, imagining the inaudible signals bouncing off satellites thousands of miles above his head pinning him to a map like an insect on a specimen card. It took several seconds before McGraff said sharply, “You’re not in Spokane.”
“No, ma’am. I’m not.”
“You’ve drifted way off your authorized route, Benedictus. A few more miles, and you’d be setting off alarms all over the country. Where the hell are you?”
He looked around the café, searching for a clue. “I’m not sure.”
—from RedemptionAbout the Author:
Lee Jackson is an American writer living in New Zealand.
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