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I finally caught up … with myself, not Steve Berry. I’ll have my work cut out to catch up with Mr. Berry, both on the reading side as well as the writing side. The Charlemagne Pursuit is the 4th in the Cotton Malone series. I started with the 5th, The Paris Vendetta, for, if you look at my posts, perhaps obvious reasons (did I mention I like Paris). Enjoyed that book so started at the beginning and finally caught up to where I started. So now, do I reread The Paris Vendetta or try to catch up in the series faster? Oh yes, I need to write as well.
This is an enjoyable series so one thing for sure, I will continue and try to catch up. The books, in the order I have read so far, are The Paris Vendetta (fifth in series), The Templar Legacy (first in series), The Alexandria Link (second), The Venetian Betrayal (third) and now The Charlemagne Pursuit (forth). In ranking, both the first, The Templar Legacy and The Paris Vendetta (no, not just because of Paris), I found to be the most enjoyable. Certainly all have kept me wanting to come back for more and maybe someday I will get into the current world of Cotton Malone.

I was picked up by the current and I let it take me. I didn’t have a destination in mind. In a way I felt free. For perhaps the first time I just let the current take me, not back to my body, not back to Lee or to any other specific place or random place that came to my mind. Faster I felt than ever before, spur of the moment switches of paths at higher speeds, banking here, there, anywhere and everywhere. Too much, things were happening too fast, this Lee thing; there were things to know about what I could do. It wasn’t just a matter of doing it; there was more to it now.

Out of the current, I don’t know where, from an electrical box at the top of a high rise building, and now it was like I was gliding in free air. Or maybe I was following other waves, currents, radio waves still banking, picking up different waves, faster above the city. Do I sense other entities around me? Are there many of us out here, all traveling too fast to respective destinations to realize there are others about us? Or is it just the contents of the wireless communications? What do I hear? Is it just the whirr of the speed, the sound of multitudes of wireless conversations, or others like me?

An hour past, maybe two and I knew I wasn’t going to find an answer to all those questions tonight. A trip back to Lee may help, but, tonight was not the night. Finally, I would catch up with Donny. I would get back to the investigation with a less intimidating person. Funny really, this guy has all the money and power and he is the less intimidating.

"Fiction gives us a second chance that life denies us." Paul Theroux
Lots of second chances here for some Friday night reading.


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