James Hartford has always been into writing and following the news. Now a young journalist who works for the Seattle Herald, James has been tasked with reporting on the post-game celebrations after Seattle wins its first Super Bowl. But as he stands in Pioneer Square surrounded by joy-filled football fans, he receives a call from a stranger who threatens to harm his fiancée unless he follows instructions. Suddenly, James is cast into the midst of circumstances with the potential to not only change his career, but his life as a whole.
After he races home to open an email from the caller, James clicks on an attached photo that quickly vanishes. Now left wondering why an organization called New World Order wants anything to do with him, a perplexed yet intrigued James embarks on a dangerous journey to the truth that leads him to join the CIA where he is commissioned to take down a life-threatening terrorist enterprise, with help from a CIA operative and the President of the United States.
In this action-packed thriller, an investigative reporter turned CIA agent is drawn into a chain of events that leads him on a dangerous quest for answers where he must trust his instincts to survive.
JB Dahmoune works as a corporate counsel for a global software company headquartered near Seattle.
His passion for writing led him to publish "In HIS Name" in January 2015. it will be followed later in 2015 by a new novel titled "The Seventh Floor".
Right now he simply knows he is held captive. He has no idea where we is. We have no idea who he is. The only thing we know: this hostage situation puts the world in grave danger.
In His Name
Right now he was lying down on a bunk, a metal bed, in a room with very little light. He could hear voices outside the small dusty room, but could not really capture who was talking nor what was being said. His eyes were literally hurting like he never thought eyes could hurt. It took him a few minutes to see he was indeed in an empty room, except for his “bed.” A thin cover was at his feet, and he realized he was cold. He tried to sit up on the bed, to grab the cover. But as he moved he was immediately projected back in a lying position. His hands were solidly tied by large ropes, and more worrisome was the sharp pain he could feel in his right hip. He had no recollection of hurting himself at the hip, but again, he had no idea how he had managed to end up in that room.