The world thinks Colombian drug lord Pablo Escobar was killed in 1993. The world is wrong. Escobar went deep into hiding, taking with him the access code to a Swiss bank account containing hundreds of millions of dollars. His enemies want that code, and they ll do anything to get it.... Escobar s enemies know that even in hiding he is still a very dangerous man, and that simply looking for him would cost them their lives. Instead they turn to Escobar s cousin, an innocent pawn who has no idea where to begin the search. But his wife and daughter are being held as security, and the clock is ticking. He has two weeks to find Pablo Escobar and get that access code or they die.
I was a cute baby, chubby with curly hair and a great smile. My parents loved me until I hit my teen years, then they tolerated me until the mid-twenties. Glad to say they love me again now. I think.
I've got four kids of my own. How stupid was that? And five dogs. Shiba Inu is the breed. They're bad little dogs that live to escape from my house and terrorize the neighborhood. Much like my kids.
I love writing. The last five books I wrote were while sitting in a Second Cup coffee shop. That's like a Canadian version of Starbucks for all of you south of the 49th parallel. Great coffee. It keeps me awake while I write. That's a good thing.
I like hockey, but only watch the playoffs. Calgary and Edmonton are my favorite teams, which is like someone saying, "I love the Yankees and the Mets." Figure that one out.
Baseball is great, the thinking sports fan's game. Soccer is fun while the World Cup is on, the rest is pretty boring. But NFL football rules. Go Seahawks. I used to watch these guys when Jim Zorn and Steve Largent were in the league.
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All the best,
Jeff Buick
