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Ghosts of Guatemala
John Carpenter Trilogy Book 1
by Collin Glavac
Genre: Spy Thriller 

The CIA never left Latin America...
The CIA is facing catastrophic blackmail at the hands of an erratic Guatemalan drug lord: the infamous patrón of Antigua – Pablo Puentes. Desperate for a swift solution, the agency calls in their black operative fixer: John Carpenter.
John is a cold-blooded professional ready for the job. But the mission doesn’t have a simple fix. Pablo has a disastrous kill switch in place. 
John is still haunted by the mysterious death of his best friend who died on a far too similar mission, and now is uncertain about how much he can trust his handler or his sensual partner.
Back at the agency, tensions are running hot as the stench of corruption is growing to a boiling point. If things aren’t put to rights – and soon – the entire mission will go up in flames and take the CIA down with it.
Only John Carpenter can bring this drug lord to justice and get the answers he deserves.
Because this mission is personal…

If you like the relentless tension of Daniel Silva and the gritty reality of Lee Child then you’ll love this first book in the John Carpenter Trilogy!


Reader’s reviews:
“★★★★★ This is a tightly-knit story that keeps us wondering who is betraying whom.” – Vine Voice, Verified Amazon Reviewer.

“★★★★★ Forget James Bond, ignore the glamour and cool gadgets in Mission Impossible, chances are real spies are not going to be Kate Beckinsale dressed in skintight leather while she drives around in a Ferrari. In reality, spy agencies want to recruit people with a certain charm that can lure people in, but be physically unremarkable so that their victims can't really remember anything unusual about them as they wander across the street.“ - Verified Amazon Reviewer.


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​Prologue

​Black operative John Carpenter can’t forget his last mission. After uncovering brokered deals between a Guatemalan cartel and the CIA, John searches for the truth while going behind the back of his handler. At the same time, John is ordered to get a Silicon Valley millionaire out of Nicaragua amidst student riots and deadly paramilitary. He needs all of his ingenuity and training to get the asset – and himself – out alive.
He managed not to moan – he was a professional even in the worst situations – but he couldn’t stop himself from hyperventilating. He was in shock. He knew he was in shock. He tried to kick it. Clear his mind, focus on the task at hand. He’d been shot. He needed to eliminate the threat. He had to finish the mission.
The searing pain was beginning to drip into his system now, a slow whine that overtook his adrenaline and as his pain tolerance started to be overwhelmed, he wanted to cry out, desperate for reprieve.
There was no one here to help him. If a mission went wrong, if someone was captured or killed, there would be no rescue. That’s how The Firm’s agent’s operated. That was how they kept the United States government far away from any political fallout. And besides, they never made mistakes.
Brian crawled painfully to cover, feeling blood smear against shards of glass against the floor. He pressed a hand to his chest, not bothering to look at how bad the wound was. He didn’t need to look at it. He knew what that kind of bloodflow through his gloves meant. He managed to pull himself next to a cabinet, leaning his back against the wood and tried to calm his breath. His sigh turned into a cough. He raised his other hand instinctively to cover his mouth and he found he hadn’t dropped his gun when he’d fallen. He held the reliable Beretta in white knuckled fingers that refused to let go, shaking from the effort of his training that refused to abandon him against all odds.
He looked down at the glass. Some of it had been decorated with a metal coating. He placed his gun in his lap and retrieved a large piece, angling it to see where his attacker was hiding. It was dark and his vision was beginning to blur. His thoughts began to wander.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. It was supposed to be a simple hit. Kill the head of an Antiguan drug cartel. Snatch some information off a computer while he was at it. An upper level operative had confided in him that something was wrong with this cartel. Something about corruption. Something way above petty drug wars and trafficking operations.
He had slipped past security. Gotten into the estate. His target should have been here, caught unawares. A silent chuckle escaped him. Had he gotten that rusty? He coughed up blood.
As if to answer his unspoken questions, a figure emerged from the darkness. Brian watched it through the mirrored glass, but it was getting increasingly difficult to concentrate. The man was a large figure; imposing, he held a handgun and even as his consciousness ebbed and flowed, Brian couldn’t help but admire what a well-tailored suit he was wearing. He always tried to be an optimist. The man continued to walk toward Brian’s hiding place, waving the handgun as he spoke. His low voice pierced the darkness.
“Looks like my deal is better than your deal, mamón. I almost feel bad. But business is business.”
That was his target, no doubt about it. Sandor Puentes. But Brian didn’t understand what the man was saying. He couldn’t piece anything together. His mind was a fog. In his final moments, bleeding out, desperately attempting to complete at least part of his mission, Brian thought of his best friend John Carpenter, and the painstaking Spanish lesson he’d received. He’d wanted to master at least one good swear word.
“Que te folle un pez!” Brian cried, bursting from behind the cabinet and preparing to unload his magazine into Sandor Puentes, brutal cartel boss of Antigua, probably one of the largest sex traffickers in all of Latin America. I hope you get fucked by a fish!
All people deserved justice. Some people’s justice was death.
Gunshots tore through the air like vengeance.
“In here!” Juan Puentes yelled to the guards. Where were the guards?
He had heard his mother and father yelling, and gunshots. The deals they had made with the other cartels were holding strong. Who could be attacking them? His heart pounded in his chest, his soul itched for battle. If there was trouble, he would protect his family. He clutched his shotgun and bounded into the foyer where he was sure the commotion was. Guards flooded the room alongside him, some shining flashlights. Idiotas, Juan thought, pushing a guard out of the way. He flicked on the light switch, turning on the lavish electric chandelier.
Pablo and Isabella, his uncle and mother were in the room, holding each other, shaking and weeping. Juan stared at them in shock. His eyes drifted over to his father’s desk, and he saw a handgun resting idly there. He was hardly aware of anything else until his uncle spoke and pointed near the door.
“I’m sorry, sobrino. Nephew. Truly, I am.”
A man dressed all in black laid in a bloody heap on the floor. Blood and broken glass were everywhere. Juan didn’t understand.
“I suppose it is not sobrino, anymore, mi hijo,” Pablo’s words hung, foreign in Juan’s ears. My son.
It was then that Juan saw.
Sandor Puentes, his strong and determined father – his loving father – lay beside the other man, his forehead blown apart, mouth twisted in a sneer.
Juan let out a wail, overwhelmed by the sight of his father, firing his shotgun into the air. The ornate chandelier exploded in a shower of glass and crystal. Its shattered remains fell all around him as darkness covered the room once more.

Operation Nicaragua
John Carpenter Trilogy Book 2

Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.
Black operative John Carpenter can’t forget his last mission. After uncovering brokered deals between a Guatemalan cartel and the CIA, John searches for the truth while going behind the back of his handler. At the same time, John is ordered to get a Silicon Valley millionaire out of Nicaragua amidst student riots and deadly paramilitary. He needs all of his ingenuity and training to get the asset – and himself - out alive.
Meanwhile, CIA Chief Operations Officer Mike Morrandon knows corruption exists in the rival Political Action Group. Abandoning protocol, Mike uncovers information in a dangerous love affair that may give him the answers he needs to set things right...or cost him his life.
Time is running out. Dangerous Cuban operatives have surfaced for unknown reasons. Russian intelligence is mysteriously involved in CIA affairs. Enemies are looking like allies in a world of secrets where there is no trust.
After all, the enemy of my enemy is my friend...
Brace yourself for Book Two of Collin Glavac’s gripping and action packed John Carpenter Trilogy!

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​Prologue

​Aaron Miles didn’t know that he was going to die today.
He did know, however, that the information he’d stolen was the most volatile he’d ever delivered. Snatching it from under the noses of Cuban intelligence might be praiseworthy, but Aaron could only care about not getting caught. The first twenty-four hours of espionage operations were the most crucial and the most vulnerable time for spies. He checked his watch.
“This is it?” his compatriot asked, looking at the sheet of information he’d been given. Aaron didn’t know his name. He didn’t know Aaron’s. It was best that way.
“It’s enough,” said Aaron in a low tone, repressing the urge to look over his shoulder. He’d been doing this job long enough to know the best way to get caught was acting suspicious.
“It’s a single page – where’s the rest?”
Aaron hunkered down in his booth and gestured for the man to keep quiet. They had elected to meet at the Nostrovia. It was the only retro-Soviet restaurant in Havana and the designated share-point for Russians in his spy network.
A server walked by. Neither of the agents spoke until she passed.
“That’s all I could get.”
The other agent didn’t reply.
“I’ve been here too long already,” Aaron said quietly. “I have to go.”
The other agent nodded reluctantly, but there was nothing more to say. Aaron looked out the window to admire Cuba’s pastel buildings, but found his eyes lingering onto others crumbling with their scaffolding exposed to the street. The slums sat next to such beautiful buildings, most split in two so families could live one atop the other. Poverty was no secret here.
Aaron downed his drink in one go, left American dollar bills for payment, and got up to leave. He watched the other man tuck the delicate paper into a pocket before being satisfied enough to walk out the door.
The afternoon was hot but Aaron felt a chill. He tucked his hands in his suit jacket pockets and decided on a brisk pace, one not so quick as to bring attention, but not so slow to make him linger.
He had to get to the American embassy. This last piece of intel had finally fallen into place. He had solved the puzzle. What lay before him was something so destructive, he could hardly believe it existed. Once at the American embassy, he could count his mission as a success, and some of the burden would pass on. He’d be able to finally rest easy.
He fell into step along the Malecón, the famous and beautiful walkway and seawall that stretched along Havana Cuba’s coast. It passed through the three neighborhoods of Havana and was known as its ‘living room.’ In the evening, the Cubanos would come out to watch the sunset or to drink and dance. Aaron had a feeling that he wouldn’t be enjoying the sunset from the Malecón that evening.
After a few minutes of wary walking, he stripped his jacket and turned to face the coast, allowing himself to do a discreet one-eighty to make sure he wasn’t being followed. But Aaron’s only company along the Malecón were the fishermen standing on the seawall, and the seagulls screaming to one another. He threw his jacket over his shoulder and walked past two fishermen laughing and untangling themselves from seaweed that had blown over the wall with a crashing wave. He found himself staring at the fishermen. Had he ever been so carefree? He wondered if he’d ever have that luxury again. Another wave crashed over the seawall and the salty spray grazed him, breaking him from his reverie and urging him onward.
Although he was in a hurry he had decided not to take a cab from the restaurant. If he were being watched or tailed, surely counter-intelligence would send their own agent to pick him up in a car, and he would have no way of knowing and no way out. He was left to watch the old nineteen-fifties and sixties cars roll by instead. Cuba seemed to be a land lost in time. America’s embargo on new cars meant that bright and pastel colored Fords, Chevys, Buicks, Dodges, Plymouths, and Studebakers cruised down the modern six-lane highway. Cuba brought in Chinese and Russian cars now, but pride still rested on American oldies which were painstakingly maintained. Off to his left down a dark alley, Aaron could see one of the many ‘cannibalized cars’ left stripped on the curb, its parts taken to make more precious antique cars run. A whole industry had emerged. Cuban locals, who made twenty-five dollars a month could now charge fifty dollars an hour to take foreign tourists for a spin in their vintage car.
The Malecón was lined with monuments, each telling a part of the history and culture of Cuba. He walked past them as they sprung up along his route, like beacons leading him toward the embassy. He paused at the monument dedicated to the crew of the USS Maine. It was a long wedge-shaped structure with two tall pillars protruding from the center; all in blinding white marble. He gave himself a second one-eighty look around as he circled the statue.
‘Remember the Maine! To hell with Spain!’ Aaron whispered with a chuckle. It was the old adage during the Spanish-American war. Americans had sent the USS Maine to Havana Harbor during the Cuban war of independence and she sank. Back when Cubans liked America, he thought.
To this day many Cubans thought the Americans sank their own ship as an excuse for war.
Wouldn’t be the last time they did that, Aaron smiled ruefully, and continued on his way.
Cuba had been the victim of three wrestling superpowers. Each time the island was ‘liberated’ they seemed to find themselves under a new thumb. Spain, America, and the Soviet Union had all treated Cuba as a colony-prize, to be taken and controlled. He was certain that sentiment contributed to what he’d uncovered in the Dirección de Inteligencia. But that would have to wait.
He was nearly there. As he grew closer to the Vedano neighborhood and the embassy he saw the Hotel Nacional de Cuba looking down on him from Taganana Hill. It was a building that held many secrets. Fidel Castro and Che Guevara had led the defense of Havana during the 1962 Cuban Missile Crisis from a series of tunnels and bunkers sprawling under the complex. Aaron hoped they would never be used again.
He crossed the Plaza de la Dignidad toward the José Martí Anti-Imperialist Platform. The American embassy came into view, obstructed by dozens of flagpoles flying black flags. A gust of wind picked up from the ocean and sent the flags into a frenzy. Aaron looked up at the ominous sound of flapping fabrics.
The sound of a silenced pistol shot interrupted his thoughts.
Aaron’s eyes grew wide with surprise and then with realization. He brought a hand to the bullet wound in his chest. He hadn’t seen who had shot him. Aaron only had a moment to lay eyes on the embassy before collapsing to his knees, then the ground. His final struggling breath disappeared on the turbulent ocean winds.
“Filthy American,” the Cuban agent whispered, chewing on a toothpick and tossing it to the ground. The Cuban was dressed as an American tourist. He raised the camera hanging from his neck and snapped a picture of the agent’s body. He looked over his shoulder in the direction of the American embassy and gave the building a dark look before moving away from the scene. He had known Aaron Miles was a spy working in Cuba. But he didn’t know what information the spy was on his way to deliver at the American embassy. That didn’t matter to him. This was only the beginning.
He placed a call as he moved.
“Sí?” came the reply.
“It is done.”
“Good. Now we need to talk to the other American.”
The Cuban grinned. “Barry Bridges. Take care amigo.” He hung up and casually retraced Aaron’s steps along the Malecón.
The Cuban had gotten one thing wrong. Aaron Miles was a spy, but he wasn’t American. There was no way to learn that now, and it made all the difference.

Collin Glavac is a Canadian born actor and writer who lives in Southern Ontario. He has written, directed, and acted in two original stage plays: In Real Life and LoveSpell. He completed his Dramatic and Liberal Arts B.A. and M.A at Brock University.

Operation Nicaragua is the second book in the John Carpenter trilogy. Ghosts of Guatemala, the first book in the trilogy is his debut novel. Vaulter's Magic, the first book in a new series will be available soon. 


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