Yesterday's Tears

Yesterday's Tears

by Robert B. Marcus Jr.


Publisher Mockingbird Lane Press

Published in Literature & Fiction/Action & Adventure, Mystery & Thrillers/Mystery, Literature & Fiction/Contemporary, Mystery & Thrillers, Literature & Fiction

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Book Description


Alexander Gray, ex-Navy Seal comes back from Sigonella with a heavy heart. While in Sicily, he lost the love of his life and came close to losing his own. But he didn’t leave it all behind as he’d thought. Those who sought to destroy the U. S. in Sicily are now at work on American soil, with even more sinister plans. Investigating the diabolical plot, he discovers all is not what it seems and with the help of his friends and fellow agents, he sets out to stop the enemy and uncover the truth that will change his life forever.

Sample Chapter



A moonless night. Alexander Gray stood in the dark shadows of Senator Randall Edgers’ living room and watched through the window as he parked his car in the garage of his Georgetown home.

Gray’s thoughts raced back to his first encounter with Allison at a Florida Gator football game. The Gators were winning thirty-five to nothing when he noticed the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen a couple of rows in front of him. His eyes couldn’t leave her. At the end of the game, he approached her, introduced himself, and asked her out to dinner.

Her beautiful brown eyes turned cold. Without saying a word, she turned and followed her girlfriend out of the stadium. Her action felt like a slap in the face, one he remembered all these years later as if it had happened two minutes ago.

Though he heard Edgers unlock the front door and enter the house, Gray didn’t move.

The Senator closed the door, put down his briefcase, and flicked on the lights. He turned around to find Gray standing in front of him, and Gray found himself staring into a pair of cold blue eyes.

Revealing no surprise, Edgers demanded, “What do you want? I don’t keep much cash at home.”

Hoping to receive Edgers’ cooperation, Gray said in a calm voice, “I’m not here to rob you. I would appreciate your help.”

Edgers’ anger rose. “You break into my house to ask for help?! I have an office. Call and make an appointment. Get out of here before I have you arrested!”

In an instant Gray closed the distance between himself and the Senator. He grabbed Edgers’ lapels with both hands. “My appointment is now! Do you need to check your appointment book?” He released his grip.

Edgers took a step back. “Maybe not. Who are you?”

After a moment’s hesitation, Gray said, “I knew Allison in college.”

Edgers stared thoughtfully. “You’re the boyfriend who dumped her, the one I think she still misses.”

“I am.”

“She never told me your name.”

Happy that the Senator didn’t know that, Gray felt a wave of relief. He glanced at the bookcase to his right where several yearbooks from the University of Florida stood on the top shelf. He walked to the middle of the room, in order to direct Edgers’ gaze away from the bookcase, but he suspected it didn’t matter. Now that Edgers knew what he looked like, he could go through her yearbooks and find his picture.

“Why did you leave her?” Edgers asked.

“Why did you?” Gray responded. “Where’s the secretary you dumped her for last year?”

Edgers’ face reddened. “She got rid of me as soon as I divorced Allison. Turns out she wasn’t the kind of girl who wanted a commitment.”

“Your wife did. That was one of the reasons I left her.”

“You were afraid of her.”

“I was.”

“From what I’ve read about you—the mythical Sockdolager—you’re not afraid of anything.”

Surprised, Gray sensed this was not a time for denial. “How do you know my code name?”

“I’m a member of the Senate Intelligence Committee. I’m allowed to ask for CIA files if I can justify that I need them to understand an issue. Your code name appeared in the Sigonella file from last year.”

Gray sat down in a recliner in the corner of the room, pulled out the foot extender, and relaxed.

“Would you like a drink?” Edgers asked.

“Got a Pepsi?”

“Pepsi? I would have assumed Sockdolager would be a beer man.”

“No. Just Pepsi.”

Edgers disappeared into the kitchen and returned a few minutes later with a can of Pepsi. “I don’t usually have much except beer, but the maid likes soft drinks, so she sometimes keeps a few in the refrigerator.”

“I figured you for a scotch drinker. Like Thomas Springer.”

“That’s me,” Edgers said. “But I rarely keep scotch in my house. I’m not much of a host, I’m afraid. Allison was the perfect hostess. We didn’t get along very well at the end, but she was always a perfect host.”

“Most women don’t get too excited when their husbands run around with their secretaries.”

Edgers’ mouth twisted into a smile. “That’s quite true. And Allison could read me perfectly. I could never hide much from her.” He seemed to be warming up to Gray; his cold eyes beginning to melt. “She thought a lot of you. I could tell.”

“I thought a lot of her. I’m only beginning to realize why she scared me. She’s the only person I ever met who could tell what I was thinking. It always seemed like she can read my mind.

“Can?” Edgers asked. “Don’t you mean could?”

“No, I mean can. I’ve been told she’s still alive.”

Edgers’ eyebrows arched upward. “She was killed in the nuclear blast at Sigonella.”

“That’s not true. I thought for a long time after I escaped Sigonella that she was killed by an agent of Phillip Edwardson named Paul Nash. Before the explosion I found her lying on the bed in my room and concluded she was dead. But someone recently informed me that she wasn’t actually dead when I found her. She had a severe head injury, but she might have recovered.”

“Why did Nash try to kill her?” Edgers asked.

“Phillip Edwardson ordered him to. He thought it would help his men find me and kill me.”

“What happened to Nash?”

“He’s dead.”

“Did you kill him?”

“I did,” said Gray with no emotion. He had no regrets. He felt he had to tell the truth to win Edgers’ cooperation.

“Who told you she was still alive? Edwardson? I’ve heard indirectly that he ordered much of what happened at Sigonella.”

Revealing that Edwardson was his informer would be admitting he killed the man. He didn’t need that kind of trouble. Ignoring Edgers’ question, Gray said, “Use your position to call Edwardson’s successor as Director of Clandestine Services, whoever he is, and ask where they buried Allison. I would guess they sent her back on the plane I was supposed to be on, so she would have been gone from Sigonella before the bomb hit. That plane is the only thing that left Sigonella after I found her lying on the bed in my quarters. Either she’s alive—or there’s a body. Demand, as her husband, to know where her body is buried.”

“I sure as hell will,” Edgers said. “You really think she’s alive?”

Gray took a sip of his Pepsi, then gazed directly at Edgers. “I do, in fact. And I intend to find her. I would appreciate you letting me know what you find out. I’ll be at the Washington Hilton on Connecticut Avenue. Here’s the room number.” He gave Edgers a slip of paper.

After Gray left, Randall Edgers put in a call to CIA headquarters in Langley, Virginia. It took a while, but he finally obtained the information he wanted.

As he stared at the note he’d written to send to Sockdolager, Edgers shivered. Heaven help anyone who got in that man’s way.


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Robert B. Marcus Jr.

Robert B. Marcus Jr.

Robert B. Marcus Jr. has a bachelor’s degree in physics and a doctorate in medicine. As a practicing oncologist, he has been a Professor at two major medical schools, and is listed in U.S. News and World Reports Best Doctors in America, as well as Castle Connolly's Top Cancer Doctors and Castle Connolly's Top Doctors in America. He has been selling science fiction stories since he was in college, when he made a sale to Analog Science Fiction/Fact. Since then he has published a number of other stories and two novels, with two forthcoming novels, one science fiction novel The House of the Last Man on Earth and one political thriller Yesterday's Tears, the sequel to The Far Side of Silence. He is a lifetime active member of Science Fiction Writers of America and the International Thriller Writers.

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