Myles Metcalf certainly needs the ability to be nimble to keep from being killed by the mob or arrested by the IRS for tax fraud. He has been framed by a master criminal who was the director of the one of the most beloved charitable institutions in the world. As treasurer of the charity Myles uncovered the astonishing truth about the criminal activities being conducted behind the facade of aiding humanity. He is hiding in the center of Washington DC and trying desperately to find the company records which will prove his innocence. Myles receives help from a bizarre trio creating lively action and a great deal of humor.Myles Metcalf found himself caught, ironically, in the very disguise designed to keep attention away from him. He was wearing a brown colored wig with a moustache to match. As he was exiting from his car his wig was caught on the front door frame when he slammed it shut. His black curly hair sprang out from under the portion of the wig caught in the door. Electronic detection devices make no distinction between the owner of the car and an intruder attempting to steal it. The wedged-in wig left the car door slightly ajar which set off a shrieking electronic alarm sound to reverberating loudly in the parking garage. He began to panic, then realized he only had to slip out of the wig and unlock the car door. Just as he was executing this maneuver, a policeman came around the corner in his squad car to investigate the source of the loud car alarm. Now Myles couldn't slip out of the wig because his real hair would be exposed. He twisted around slowly to keep the wig in place while he unlocked the door with his key to free it. While he was performing these fascinating machinations the police man was watching Myles. He drew his revolver from its holster convinced he was witnessing an attempted car theft in progress. Myles had completed his little dance to free up the wig by opening the car door. As he squared up the sig on his head the police man had advanced to within ten feet of him, pointed his gun at the suspect, and commanded him to, "Freeze! Slowly turn around and place your hands on the roof of the car. Do it now!" Then the police man went through all of the procedures required to check out a suspect. Satisfied with Myles' credentials as "Frank Madden", and proof he owned the vehicle, he told him to lower his arms. He handed Myles his ID and looked at him quizzically, "Why did your car alarm go off? Is it faulty or something?" Myles, AKA Frank Madden", explained to the police man that his sleeve had become caught in the car door and he was attempting to free himself; which had created the suspicious looking gestures he had seen. Ha ha. Satisfied, the police man walked away. Myles was damp with sweat. He certainly had mixed emotions about the incident. He was disgusted with himself for carelessly slamming the car door shut and catching his wig on the frame, but, he was also relieved the police man didn't recognize him. At the condo he sat down to watch the evening news. Only recently had he begun to watch the news broadcasts. He had an interest in current events at the moment. Suddenly his attention to the broadcast became intense. The commentator was saying, " Senator Canfield was given a twenty year sentence today in Federal Court. After an exhaustive series of legal actions starting over a year and a half ago the sensational racketeering case is over. ( TV cameras show a gray haired man being led down the courthouse steps by two Federal Marshals) This case is a culmination of a world wide fraud and smuggling operation discovered two years ago. Senator Canfield is the last of the known conspirators to be tried in an illegal operation encompassing third world countries. Two key figures are still at large, Myles Metcalf, the Treasurer of the International Hand Corporation that operated as a front for the illegal operations, and the CEO, Gabriel Mer
About the Author: Writing fiction has been a hobby of mine for a number of years. It was a great way to spend the evenings during the periods of time spent "on the road" and "living out of a suitcase. I tried, as most of us have done, mailing out queries and manuscripts to the publishing industry plus a large number of agents. selected out of the Writers Digest. There was no self publishing alternative until a few years ago to provide another way to market books.. Avoiding the vanity press hustles was easy because you could almost smell the con in their ads. When self publishing became available I dismantled the couch I had made out of manuscripts and tried it. Now the challenge is to find people interested enough to read my stuff. By the way, that is not meant to be a derogatory remark, I know about the thousands of self published books looking for a review. My main writing focus is outrageous, light satire which seems to be in short supply. I hope Americans aren't losing their great sense of humor.