Title: Ordainment Betrayal
Author: Dennis Quiles
Release Date: 23 February 2017
ABOUT THE BOOK
Jack Steele is an ex-naval intelligence officer turned private investigator who has just proposed to his girlfriend, Martha, over dinner when he sees a bloodied and frightened boy running toward him outside the restaurant. After Martha steps in to protect the boy from the two men in hot pursuit, a gun battle ensues, leaving Jack’s beloved fiancé, dead on the sidewalk. While jack grapples with the ramifications of her tragic death, he is unwittingly pulled into the dark world of human trafficking at the hands of an Albanian mob doing business near Lake Michigan.
Desperate for answers, Jack partners with a Chicago police detective to learn about the organized crime culture and develop a plan to stop the trafficking operation and free their victims before they are sold on the black market. As Jack puts his own life on the line, he must battle the powerful Catholic Church and stop the cunning exploits of a deranged pedophile priest who believes he is doing God’s work by turning children into little angels. But will Jack manage to accomplish his heroic mission before it is too late for more innocent victims?
Ordainment Betrayal shares the thrilling tale of a former intelligence agent’s dangerous quest to stop an Albanian human trafficking operation in collusion with the Roman Catholic Church.
Engjëll entered the old church in downtown Chicago with his partner, Bekim. Outside, their driver waited in a black van parked a discreet distance away. Engjëll knew that when they received their orders from the Priest and went back outside, the inside of the van would be filled with smoke from the fat driver’s harsh cigars. Engjëll hated those cigars, but he had bigger fish to fry for now. He couldn’t give much thought to the distasteful vices of the ape behind the wheel of the van, at least not at the moment—and not in the house of God.
Engjëll and his partner walked along the long corridor knowing that the coming hours promised to hold much in the way of violence. The cruelty of humanity was just fine with him; he dealt out his fair share of it on a regular basis. He was oblivious to the beauty of the church, and he knew Bekim was too.
He continued past the altar next to the confession booth and through a set of doors that welcomed him inside an interior hallway. The gloomy hallway was decorated by the painting of previous church priests who’d died in the service of the Lady of Mercy Catholic Church in downtown Chicago, Illinois.
After passing a thick, solid door, Engjëll and his cohort entered a chamber where the decorations hadn’t changed in at least a hundred years. The room’s ceiling was decorated with paintings that would have made Michelangelo’s frescoes look like child’s play. The paintings trims were covered with 18-karat gold. The royal blue, orange, black, and gold color combinations accentuated the images and gave an eerie, old-world style look often seen in the medieval European Catholic basilicas.
Engjëll stopped in front of a very old wood desk, with trimmings covered in faded gold. Behind the desk sat the distinctive figure of Father Bartholomew de Amantini, a man whose clothing distinguished him as a man of God. The Priest waved his right hand, beckoning Engjëll to sit. He obliged, as did Bekim.
After a minute or so, the man behind the desk handed them a manila envelope. “The Lord has spoken to me one more time, and it is time. You are the servants of the Lord. You know what to do. Fulfill your mission, my sons.”
Engjëll said, “Your eminence, we are glad to be at your service— as always. In due time, all will be done as you wish.”
“I am glad,” Father Bartholomew said.
Engjëll saw a smile cross the Priest’s face and something evil flash through the holy man’s eyes. “We must go,” he said.
Engjëll and his partner left the church. A few minutes later, they got into the van parked a block away. Upon entering and sitting up front, Engjëll told the driver to take off. As the van pulled out of the parking spot, Engjëll pulled the manila envelope out of his jacket pocket and placed it on his lap. He eyed the red wax seal.
“You see this, Bekim?” Engjëll asked, holding the envelope up for him to see over his shoulder. “Father Bartholomew really loves his rituals.” Engjëll laughed. “A wax seal? Really?”
After breaking the seal, Engjëll opened the manila envelope and pulled out a five-by-seven, high-quality photograph of a boy. He was laughing and proudly displaying a soccer trophy. Engjëll passed the photo to his partner and pulled out a second page containing the boy’s name and address. “Looks like a sweet take,” he said. “The kid’s toast and don’t even know it.”
The driver laughed, keeping his eyes on the road.
Engjëll settled back for the long ride to Levittown, Pennsylvania. “We got to make the miles if we want to keep on schedule. Don’t bust the speed limit, but don’t go too slow either,” he said to the driver.
“Yeah, we got to keep to our schedule,” the driver said. “We don’t want to piss off Father Bartholomew.”
Engjëll involuntarily shivered. He feared the Priest. Something about him gave Engjëll the creeps. “No, we don’t ever want to piss off Father Bartholomew. Not ever!”
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Dennis Quiles earned a bachelor’s degree in criminal justice and a master’s degree in business administration. A US military veteran and a veteran of the protection business, he is the director of a global security services for one of the world’s largest multinational corporations. Quiles and his wife have three children and currently live in Illinois.
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