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- Herausgeber: Al-Mashreq eBookstore
- Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
- Serie: Doc. Turner Series
- Sprache: Englisch
Political Plunder Pay-Off by Arthur Leo Zagat is a hard-hitting, fast-paced thriller that dives into the murky waters of political corruption and betrayal. In a city where power is bought and sold, one man finds himself ensnared in a deadly game of greed and revenge. As dark forces manipulate the strings of government, a whistleblower with a dangerous secret must navigate a labyrinth of deceit to expose the truth. With every move, the stakes rise higher, and the line between friend and foe blurs. Will justice prevail, or will the corrupt forces claim another victim? This intense tale of power, politics, and peril will keep you riveted until the final page.
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Political Plunder Pay-Off
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Doc Turner believed that ballots and not bullets should rule the destinies of the downtrodden immigrants he had taken under his protective wing—but Doc was ready to meet crooked politicians at their own game!
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A LURID light wavered through the big plate-glass windows of the dusty drugstore on Morris Street. It tinged the dingy, once-white fixtures with a flickering, scarlet glow and lent unaccustomed color to Andrew Turner's wrinkled countenance, painting his white hair, his bushy mustache, with fitful red.
There was a prescription slip in the old pharmacist's gnarled, almost transparent hand, but he made no move to go back through the curtained entrance to his back room to compound it. He stood quite still; a frail, faded figure behind the sales counter at the store's rear, and gazed out through the open front door with a faint smile edging his thin lips.
There was pride in that smile. There was pride in Doc Turner's eyes of faded blue. There was love in them too, the wistful love of a lonely old man for a winsome maid who was the living, warm souvenir of an ancient heartbreak long buried in the mist of might-have-been.
He could see her, over the heads of a crowd close-packed on the corner sidewalk outside. She seemed somehow ethereal in the crimson flare of campaign torches lashed to the sides of the banner-bedecked moving van on whose tail-board she stood.
"You're going to vote for a President next Tuesday," Ann Fawley's clear accents rang out. "You're going to vote for a Governor. Those are big offices, important offices, and I hope you will think carefully about them. But you're going to vote for candidates for another office too, a dinky little office way down at the bottom of the ballot. And that one is just as important, maybe more important, to you."
They were of the very poor, those who listened to that speech.
"The Judge of the Small Claims Court," Ann spoke, "is just a little judge. The wealthy people over on Garden Avenue never even heard of his court. But it is to that court we on Morris Street must look for protection against the wolves who prey on the poor. Against the installment racketeers, and the loan sharks, and the grasping landlords who take your money for insect-infested, filthy flats whose toilets are in the halls. We can't afford lawyers. We must depend on the man who sits on that court's bench for justice. If he isn't honest..."
"What's de matter wid Jedge Corbin?" a raucous voice bawled from somewhere on the outskirts of the crowd. "Ain't he honest?"
Ann twisted to the heckler. "No," she cried. "He's owned body and soul by Leader Lasding, and Fat Tom Lasding sells Corbin's decisions to the highest bidder."
