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One: Rage Vengeance Murder by K.J. McGillick - Book Blitz



One: Rage Vengeance Murder

A stolen life. A Faustian bargain. Prey becomes predator.



Azar Abed is out for revenge for the life Dr. Adrian Armond stole from her. No matter what the cost. Adrien Armond will stop at nothing to recover the massive fortune Azar Abed embezzled from him. Neither will walk away until the other is dead. Someone’s going to die, that is for certain.
Personal revenge gets caught up in a bio-terror plot to crash the world’s economy as darkness spirals into darkness and terror is the order of the day. Azar Abed and Adrien Armond are on a collision course that could have catastrophic consequences on a global scale.
Who will kill who first? Will it be enough? Can anyone stop the bio-terror plot to destroy the world’s economy that is already in motion? Does anyone have enough humanity left even to try?
Set against a backdrop of Washington, DC, ONE is a heart pounding-psychological thriller pitting greed against greed in a cat-and-mouse game where vengeance is the only prize. It can be read as a standalone, or as the conclusion to events begun in its predecessor, TWO. It concludes the Path of Deception and Betrayal series.

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The cheerful lights of the ruthless city, Paris, were extinguished long ago. I hoped today that a man—no, not a man, a monster—would feel the flame of his life doused and soon snuffed out completely. I wanted the body and mind of Adrien Armond to slowly decay in a prison cell isolated from human contact. Existing in darkness, unable to sleep, reason, or think. I wanted Adrien to be the victim of his screams. More than that, I wanted him trapped in his mind with no means of escape, begging for death every day. And denied the release from that torment.
I was here in Paris for one purpose: a trial. The trial for a man I needed to see condemned by his peers and sentenced to a life without hope. My judgment had already been pronounced on him for his transgression against me, but my sentence was still to be carried out. I needed his blood flowing between my fingers as I watched the light in his eyes disappear in death. For now, it was enough for the citizens to condemn him.
Adrien Armond a physician, businessman, husband, murderer, and thief.  A butcher in league with the devil who stole my kidney. A part of a team who operated an organ harvesting ring and I was a victim. Oh, they thought because the recipient was my father that my consent should not be necessary, family and all. They thought wrong and with bad decisions come bad consequences. There was no proof of how many people died or were maimed because of my father’s deceptive techniques and Armond’s skill as a physician. Lives were robed, and people were sold into trafficking because of him, but he walked free of those charges. That one act changed my life forever.
Vengeance is Mine, and recompense; Deuteronomy 32:35.
            Today Adrien Armond would stand trial at the Cour d'Assises in Paris. A jury of citizens and three trial judges would judge him for the premeditated attempted murder of his wife, Isabella Armond. The motive stated by the prosecution was financial gain. If they knew the breadth of all his crimes, he would not be sitting in a chair in France. He, along with my father, would be sitting in front of three judges at the International Criminal Court at The Hague for their crimes against humanity. But the ones who knew where the proof of their crimes could be found would never come forward—the refugees who were scattered to parts of Europe unknown or dead.
Would he recognize me from the time he spent with me in the surgical suite when he stole my kidney? Most likely not. I was forced to let the French have their turn with him and then he would be mine. The death penalty was not a tool of punishment in the French world. However, it certainly was in mine.
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I took great care to arrive every day in disguise to listen to the arguments of the prosecution and Armond’s attorney, a vile little man, who appeared as sinister as his client. I carefully weighed the testimony and demeanor of the witnesses and found the prosecution’s case lacking. The gun wasn’t loaded, and he had not brought the gun with the express intent to murder his wife. The prosecution could not prove intent and they had been so certain they would convict him on this one crime they did not charge him with any others.  What the testimony revealed was more a crime of passion and opportunity. His attorney discredited witness after witness as Armond remained expressionless even as his wife told a passionate tale of how he tried to steal her mind and take her life.
By day three, the juge d'instruction declared the prosecution had overreached its charge. The prosecution had not proved the elements of the crime necessary to convict him of the charge of attempted murder. The case was dismissed, and Adrien Armond was now a free man. The legal system in France may be finished with him. But I was not. The game I started the night he tried to kill his wife was still mine to play.


Author Bio –

K. J. McGillick was born in New York and once she started to walk she never stopped running. But that's what New Yorker's do. Right? A Registered Nurse, a lawyer now author.

As she evolved so did her career choices. After completing her graduate degree in nursing, she spent many years in the university setting sharing the dreams of the enthusiastic nursing students she taught. After twenty rewarding years in the medical field she attended law school and has spent the last twenty-four years as an attorney helping people navigate the turbulent waters of the legal system. Not an easy feat. And now? Now she is sharing the characters she loves with readers hoping they are intrigued by her twisting and turning plots and entertained by her writing



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