Would you leave witness protection …

 

4

Excerpt from VANISHED in the Sun   

Chapter 3

Werthers18L03in@lrzzz.com

Every day Mia and I say thanks for everything you have done for us. You saved our lives, and we will never forget you. You found a safe place for us, and it’s very peaceful and fun here. Sunny weather like Mexico, tourists too, so nobody pays much attention to us. I think Mia’s happy.

I walked down the cobblestone streets to the ocean late in the evening last night. Someone followed me, but when I turned around it was only a young boy of seven, maybe eight. I think he was hungry. So, I stopped and sat on a bench and invited the boy to share Orelletes. These are lemon cookies with lots of sugar. Mia loves sweets, and they are the first things she learned to make in this paradise.

He had no shoes, and his eyes were so sad. I’m sure he lives on the streets. He wouldn’t speak to me, but he took the cookies. I’m going to find out if the orphanage can help him. I know he will be back looking for me. I remember what it was like to live on the streets of Zihuatenejo when I was six.

It’s good that you are letting me email you.

Yes, Mia knows we chat, and she is not jealous!

 Lucia’s iPad mini was encrypted. Without the correct password and process, no one could read the emails Carlos, or anyone for that matter sent to her. Raven had set her encryption up when he and his team became involved in the rescue and subsequent disappearance of Carlos and Mia.

She treasured the connection she’d formed with Carlos over the years. And as part of her journey, she was re-reading many of the emails Carlos had sent her over the last few months and some of the personal ones Mia had posted so many years ago.

Everything shifted in her personal life when she received that first email from Mia. Rescuing Carlos and Mia had been the beginning of the end of her career as an FBI agent.   She remembered that very first email like it was yesterday.

Mia; Puerto Vallarta. February 2012

 There is a great sadness surrounding my friend Carlos. I have known him for a few years now. I love him in ways I cannot explain, even to myself.

Once we became physically and emotionally involved, I knew he needed to tell his story. I asked him to try to write it down. He thinks he is telling his story to me. But I believe that in writing down his feelings, he might find peace and start to heal from his horrifying journey.

Anyways, what I think is not essential. This is about Carlos.

I am sending you my journals also, including our emails to each other.

This is very emotional for me. You will read many things between the lines. Most of them will be accurate.

He helped me save my life. So, I want to help him keep his.

I live by the philosophy that there are no accidents in life. If there are past lives, as some people believe, then this is the continuation of that life for Carlos and me.

Be patient with him and please try to understand. He is a beautiful person. He has spent a lifetime suppressing his feelings.

Stephen King, a favorite author of mine, once said that a story is like a fossil hidden in the ground waiting to be unearthed. Sometimes you dig with a shovel. Sometimes you search with a tiny brush. It’s taken me years to sift through his story and his life.

I have changed many names to protect Carlos. He does not yet realize the repercussions of his narrative. He is in many ways innocent and in other ways an old soul. I know you will find that hard to believe as you read about his life. Is it possible that I am the naive one here?

In any case, this is a story of love, of violence, of death and the sickness that afflicts our society today.

I hope you can find it in your heart to help us.

Lucia looked down on Sin City. The pilot turned on the seatbelt sign and announced the approach to Las Vegas McCarran International Airport.

Landing was smooth and easy. Yet, her heart was racing. She grabbed her carry on and slipped quickly off the plane. People walked with purpose, the excitement of dreams of big wins buzzed in the air. She walked past several vending machines, listened to the ding of slot machines, and grabbed a package of caramel Werthers to feed her insatiable sweet tooth.

The headlines on the daily news rags touted the war on terror, the war on drugs and speculation on the presidential campaigns, all of which were ultimately tied together if the world were ready for the truth. But these problems were no longer her life. She was formally retired and happy to say goodbye the stress of living in the USA. She’d earned her freedom. And she’d given up a husband to terrorism, and a police officer father caught in drug war crossfire in Texas. It was enough. Time to make a clean break and go home.

The limos stood in line awaiting those that lived to gamble and those that gambled to live. Lucia’s life had also been a gamble, but cards, dice, and horses didn’t do it for her. She walked half a block and slid into the first available cab.

“The Bellagio.”

“You must be from NYC.” The taxi driver smiled into the rear-view mirror.

“Why?”

“It’s the no-frills, let’s move it attitude. I’m from there too.” Like the Brooklyn accent and the Yankees cap wasn’t a dead giveaway.

“Really? Wow.” Lucia yawned and popped another Werthers into her mouth.

“Yep. Retired here fifteen years ago. The missus and I married forty-two years, five kids, and eleven grandkids. Took an early buyout from the telephone company. We don’t miss the cold for one minute.”

“Yeah, I get it.”

“Yep, and a good thing too.”

“What’s a good thing?” Lucia sighed.

“The buyout. After me, the company eliminated jobs, cut back. You know, cell phones took over. Hardly anyone has a home phone anymore. Companies merged. Yeah, if I’d hung in there, I might have lost my pension altogether. You? What do you do?”

“I work for one of those cell phone companies.”

“Oh,” hardly a pause. “Here for a convention?”

“No. Just a quick trip to see a friend.”

“Uh huh. What’s your poison?”

“Poison?”

“Yeah. Cards, craps, roulette, slots. What game do you give your money to?”

Lucia laughed. “I like poker.”

“Really, I would have said blackjack.”

Lucia returned to her cell phone and feigned interest, scrolling with intensity. She was small-talked out. She closed her eyes and pretended to nod off.

Chapter 4

“Welcome to the Bellagio!” A young stud, working as a doorman, no doubt able to procure anything your heart desired, attempted to help Lucia with her bag.

“No thanks. I’ve got it.” Lucia paid the driver, nodded her thanks and exited the cab. The doorman had already moved on.

She moved along with the crowds, pulled out the straps on her carry on and hoisted the bag onto her back.

For the next fifteen minutes, she blended in with the oohing and aahing tourists, mesmerized by CélineDion show tunes and the thousand dancing water fountains in front of the hotel. As the music culminated in a romantic 460 dance into the air, she slipped away without a backward glance.

She took a quick right down on Las Vegas Boulevard and dropped her old cellphone into a garbage bin wrapped in photos of Cirque du Soleil’s Mystère. She continued walking towards the Cosmopolitan Hotel then stood in line for the taxis.

She entered the next available cab. “The convention center please.”

Ten minutes later, she walked into the FED Ex on Hughes Center Drive.

“Parcel for Mary Lou Jones.” She handed over a business card made last week in NYC.

The senior citizen desk clerk returned from the back of the store with a large bulky envelope.

“Sign here.”

Lucia stuffed the envelope in her bag. She exited the FED Ex store, turned right, and walked seven minutes to the Fashion Show Mall.

Twenty minutes later she had a new cell phone with prepaid minutes, a skin-tight black t-shirt, a pair of black GAP distressed jeans, a jean jacket, a baseball cap and sunglasses. She paid cash.

She undressed in the east end washrooms by the food court and folded her old clothes into the new plastic GAP bag. She casually stuffed the bag through a bin set up for donations for the homeless located near the food court.

She took a quick food break trying to decide between a salad and tacos.

“You only live once.” She smiled at the young Hispanic chica behind the counter. She added a diet Coke, and potato chips to her order of carne asada with chili and guacamole. She found a lone table in the mass of orange plastic chairs filled with hordes of ravenous mostly overweight people.

Back to the garish tile wall, she was afforded as much privacy as she needed to nonchalantly open her brown envelope and study its contents.

A driver’s license with her photo in the name of Margaret DeSantos, and a Visa credit card matched four business cards. She peered into a secondary envelope but did not pull anything out. Inside, she could see a Mexican passport in the name of Luce Garcia Espinoza and a Bancomer Visa. She checked out a driver’s license from Mexico City, Distrito Federal in the same name. Then placed it back in the package. The pictures were recent. She’d emailed them from a private server set up by Raven. The new black Raven iPhone, no doubt carrying hidden features, was a bonus.

She knocked off her tacos, drank her diet Coke, and put the chips in her pack. After a quick online search on the burner phone she’d bought, she made a call.

Lucia smiled to herself. Talk about a seduction. Top-secret servers, ability to issue passports, driver’s licenses and set up credit cards, definitely got her juices flowing. And of course, she now knew that Israel used Raven to secure the transfer of Mia and Carlos out of the country to witness protection. It was the only way they could be totally safe until all the arrests had been made in the Diaz cartel family.

She moved the DeSantos Visa and driver’s license into her jacket pocket, cleaned up her trash, tossed a Werthers into her mouth, and strode to the mall exit.

A lone chubby security guard admired the hot woman with the long black hair and formfitting black jeans as she moved through the revolving doors out into the lights of nighttime Las Vegas Blvd.

 


Vanished in the Sun is on a KCD right now  $.99 cents or FREE to read on Kindle Unlimited. 

Thanks for your support!

 

 

 

.99 cents! Crazy, right??

Reviews:

Enjoy a Kindle Countdown Deal Starts today 12th January and the 13th at .99cents then moves incrementally until it’s back to $4.00 on the 16th. Feel free to share:

“This is an exciting, fast-paced thriller set in today’s real Mexican Drug Wars and I can highly recommend this book to everyone. It is a great read.”

“Another well done to this fantastic indie author for making a second book as good as the first one which is not am easy feat! xx”

“The author does an awesome job of describing what it is like to be in Mexico and Paris. I found that by the description of the area it is beautiful. A great author takes you with them to far away places for a few days. I thank Lynda Filler for that.”

“What a lot of story there is packed into this book. It was nonstop and to be honest I whipped through this one.”

“The story was compelling engaging and entertaining. I like books with short chapters they diverse themselves from other books James Patterson has the same style.”

“This review will be posted for both “Target in the Sun” and “Vanished in the Sun”. Both are, “…moving, high anxiety romance thriller(s)”, and, “…impassioned stor(ies) of search and longing for the ultimate connection.” CANNOT WAIT FOR #3!

The Story:

VANISHED in the SUN, second edition of this exhilarating romance thriller series by powerfully engaging novelist Lynda Filler is finally here! Reminiscent of TARGET in the SUN, (Winner of Best in Contemporary 2017) first edition in the series, ‘VANISHED’ is an exciting and natural extension to the debut novel in which we saw lovers Mia and Carlos ultimately find a new lease on life through the serenity and safety of witness protection at an undisclosed location. Feeling secure after three years, Mia and Carlos would soon discover a mutual desire to return to their beloved Puerto Vallarta. Their ultimate safety is jeopardised for their decision.
Lucia, the infamous and decorated FBI agent who helped Mia and Carlos disappear, changes her identity and retires to the sultry beaches of Puerto Vallarta, Mexico. She re-unites with the lovers in romantic Paris, France and finds herself in the middle of terrorist events beyond her control. The respite of her newfound freedom is disrupted when the telephone rings and she, Carlos and Mia, are summoned to the call of duty once more.
Central to the storyline is a large group of students who hijack three busses from a cartel stronghold in the Sierra Madres of Mexico that will transport them to an annual human rights demonstration in Mexico City. Upon arrival to the venue, the students are soon accosted and taken into custody by brutal and heavily armed cartel ‘soldiers’.
This high anxiety thriller takes us from the sultry beaches of the Mexican Riviera deep inside Guerrero State into densely wooded jungle where the dreamy landscape takes on dark and sinister undertones.
Lynda Filler captures the exquisite flavor of life in coastal Puerto Vallarta through yet another of her powerful romance thriller novels; crimson sunsets, golden beaches, the sexy allure of lovers meeting and taking chances, quaint local village cafes and fresh seafood dining. There is a dark and sinister underbelly to this Shangri-La; its surroundings teeming with the evils of drug lords and their ruthless cartels in a deadly war for control of a killer trade.
VANISHED in the SUN; this is Lynda Filler at her finest.

 

“Meet me at the door naked.”

 

I have the power to chooseI choose LOVE

I’m not the first person to be told I’m dying, or to get my affairs in order, or at most I have six months to live. But there’s something about my story that is resonating with readers. And one person tells another, and another, and buys a book for a friend or a family member. And that’s how it starts.

Birthing this book has been super emotional. How do I write a story that isn’t too personal or what should be kept private? What’s the difference between telling the truth, and telling my truthHow can I be true to myself and the reader without divulging potentially dangerous confidences?

So I waited to write this story. But I realized the time might never be right. I mean, if I waited to be sure that my healing “took” then I’d have to wait until…I never died? I know that’s just too weird. How do you measure a successful healing? When do you determine a safe time to say: I’ve been healed long enough to make the claim that I’m healed and therefore I can/will/should write my story now?

I started this blog, or rambling journal entry, because I think I know why so many can relate to my story. I’m so open, so raw. You can ask me anything and I will answer. I put it all out there, and suggest that you pick out the parts that you think will help you on your journey,  and throw away the rest.

Most of all I remind you that it’s all about LOVE. I have the power to choose. I choose LOVE.

It makes my heart sing to know that you can relate and that I have helped you or someone you love, in some small way.

What I really want to say is thank you.

 

 

Have you ever had a mystical experience? Q

12004060_783190218494392_1032769522106063191_n

 

I’ve had three that come to mind right now.

In 2008 I was diagnosed with a very serious heart condition. After months of medication, tests, and consultations, the doctor basically told me that I was incurable. I was told to get my affairs in order.

I lived in Whistler, BC at the time and decided that I would take my healing into my own hands. I’ve written about this in LOVE The Beat Goes On but basically I got on an airplane, and flew to Arizona with the intention of finding a Shaman in Sedona who would work with me.

I was very sick, and ended up in the emergency of a heart hospital for 4 days! I got up from that hospital, and instead of flying back to Canada I drove myself to Sedona. I refused to give up.

I worked with the healer up on Airport Vortex for three hours; and felt an immediate change in my physical state. A couple of days later I was reading at one of the vortexes—you can read about Sedona to understand the healing power of this place—and I turned to my right to see a wolf by my side. I was so shocked. I looked back again, and he was gone. In the wide-open space where I sat, his disappearance would have been impossible. But I know what I saw.

My second situation was in 2011. I had a very close friend who died in Africa. I was so incredibly sad I can’t even describe my heart ache. I live in Mexico. I went down from my condo to my vehicle and as I went to get into my car I must have had 20 Sand Hawks swirling around me maybe 10–20 feet above my head. It was frightening at the time, but I knew it had to be symbolic. Sand Hawks do not normally fly that low. They fly high, soar, live near the ocean and usually there will be 3 or 4 hawks at a time.

Why was that so symbolic? First I had to look up Totem Animals on the internet because I ’d never “noticed” them before. Second, they are “hawks.” My friend was a recently retired Navy SEAL. A warrior. My warrior had sent me Sand Hawks to let me know that he would always be around to protect me.

My hawks have recently disappeared. So from 2011 until 2017 they were always around me. They would swirl low if something important were happening in my life. Or drop in to say hi swooping over my balcony. This year, a Raven who visits on my patio, from time to time, replaced them. And by the way in 2015 I named a key figure in my books Luke Raven. He is fictional…sort of…and thus the Raven has landed on my balcony. And that’s a whole other story.

And the last incident was a delightful experience I had after the very famous Dr. Wayne Dyer died. He came to visit me in my dream state and I heard his voice ask me: “Are you ready yet?” I sat up in bed and laughed out loud. How did I incorporate that in my life? He was referring to my story of healing from incurable. Was I ready yet to share my story with the world? And I answered yes! In 2017 I published that book, LOVE The Beat Goes On.

I’m a huge believer in all things mystical. I analyze dreams and am always open to receive the messages that the Universe supplies. I’ve used many instances in my life to guide me and my life has been much richer for these beliefs.

 

 

Fear…

Screen Shot 2017-08-23 at 11.05.54 AM

Life is supposed to hit you with one thing at a time.

So, take your pick Life: what’s it going to be?

 

I know you never promised me a rose garden.

And a white picket fence has been off the table for years.

And I know it’s normal to feel sad for what-could-have-been and what-should-be.

And I know we can’t change others, only ourselves.

And if you love someone you have to let him die alone if that’s what he chooses.

And you can only count on yourself—I wrote a book on that.

And life isn’t always fair.

 

I never realized that achieving your dreams could mean your heart breaks along the way.

I always believed in the goodness of men and women.

I also know that happiness is an inside job; and that we have to love ourselves first before anyone else can love us.

I do believe in Shamans and miracles—but my totem animals seem to have deserted me.

 

But my time is running out on this particular journey. And I’m wondering if You have forsaken me.

 

Or have I forsaken myself…