Format: Paperback, 352 pages
Release Date: October 16, 2019
Publisher: ECW Press
Source: Publisher
Genre: Thrillers / Supernatural
True Detective meets X-Files in the first installment of the Luke McWhorter series. Nine physicists have been found dead in a remote house and Sheriff Luke McWhorter must work with the FBI to track down a serial killer. Could debris from Roswell’s 1947 UFO crash have anything to do with the mystery?
The medical examiner has determined that the victims died from drinking coffee laced with rat poison. The owner of the house, Professor Thaddeus Huntgardner, isn’t suspected, but his claim that a piece of the debris from Roswell’s 1947 UFO crash was hidden in Flagler might be true. Enter Luther “Luke” Stephens McWhorter, a Yale Divinity School–educated West Texas sheriff with all the right questions. Is the fragment real? If so, who is trying to locate it? And what has fueled the byzantine activities of Abbot County’s two secret societies for the past 70 years? Working with FBI agent and girlfriend, Angie Steele, Sheriff Luke begins to put together all the pieces and come to understand the connection between seemingly unrelated phenomena.
A Fragment Too Far, by author Dudley Lynch, is the first installment in the authors Sheriff Luther McWhorter Mystery series. True Detective meets X-Files in the first installment of the Luke McWhorter series. Sheriff Luther McWhorter is the Sheriff of Flagler County in West Texas stepping into the shoes of his grandfather, and his father before him. But the most curious thing about Luther is that he wanted to be a preacher. In fact, he has a Masters of Divinity Degree from Yale. Luther's girlfriend just happens to be Angie Steele a Special Agent in the FBI.
On what appears to be just another ordinary day in West Texas while Luther is enjoying the day, slowly turns into a nightmare with possible national security implications after he follows the trail of buzzards to an abandoned home. In and around the home, Nine physicists plus another unknown person who appears to have been intentionally killed, have been found dead. Sheriff
Luke McWhorter must work with the FBI to track down a serial killer.
Could debris from Roswell’s 1947 UFO crash have anything to do with the
mystery? The medical examiner has determined that the victims died from drinking
coffee laced with rat poison.
The owner of the house, Professor Thaddeus
Huntgardner, isn’t necessarily a suspect, but his claim that a piece of the debris
from Roswell’s 1947 UFO crash was hidden in Flagler might be true. Huntgardner was also affected emotionally after watching a nuclear explosion go off in the New Mexico desert on July 16, 1945. Is the fragment real? If so,
who is trying to locate it? And what has fueled the byzantine
activities of Abbot County’s two secret societies for the past 70 years?
Working with Angie Steele, Sheriff Luke
begins to put together all the pieces and comes to understand the
connection between seemingly unrelated phenomena.
Thoughts: If you were a fan of the TV show X-Files, you
will enjoy this story. It has a mystery, a serial killer, mysterious
events that seem to tie into Roswell in 1947. With all the new Congressional awareness
that aliens are visiting the planet, this book should give alien fans
plenty to enjoy. Luther is an interesting character who has deal with the nuisances of being someone who has had the secret of what is actually happening in Flagler. Neither his grandfather, nor his father, both deceased, bothered to enlighten Luther before he agreed to become Sheriff.
Now, he has to look at everyone in a different light. The professors he once trusted are keeping secrets, and the more Luke's pushes, the more things seem to be intentionally swept under the rug. His own people may or many not be involved in a major conspiracy. And, yes, the President of the US who is not willing to let Luther walk alone into the dark without shedding a bit of light on the reality of aliens and dangerous fragments. There is allegedly a sequel out in the universe, but I have not been able to find it. We shall see.
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Drasher sent a glance toward the FBI special agent in the room. Angie
raised her eyebrows and gave her head a tiny tilt. His call. “One of our
major U.S. aerospace companies runs it.” “And its purpose is what?”
“First and foremost, to cover any government official’s ass that needs
covering.” “Sounds like a big job. Any particular ass-covering
specialty? He unleashed a huge sigh. Laid his hands in his lap. And
entwined his fingers. More silence. Maybe he was deciding on his answer.
Or deciding whether he was going to answer. Or deciding whether to
abort his whole mission. Then he seemed to realize he’d already crossed
this Rubicon and needed to get to the point. “We operate at the bottom
of the rabbit hole.” “No idea where to go with that.” Drasher said his
private intelligence agency’s responsibility was to investigate UFO
sightings, legitimate or otherwise. In the U.S. or anywhere else in the
world when something interested them. Sightings by civilians, military
personnel, local law enforcement, pilots or, as had once happened, the
governor of Arizona. Sightings by anyone. But especially, sightings by
anyone who might be intimidated by the noxious political correctness
attitudes in the federal government. That was the rabbit hole. The need
for it could be traced all the way back to Roswell. Within hours of that
momentous summer day in 1947, the generals who ran the Army Air Forces
were running for cover. Petrified by the fear that anyone might think
they thought they were dealing with a real UFO crash. Lying about what
had happened in the remote New Mexico countryside. Confiscating every
piece of evidence of the crashed UFO they could lay hands on. Warning
witnesses of the most drastic penalties if they ever breathed a word
about what they saw. Insisting that people should forget that their
lying eyes had seen anything. Seventy-plus years later, he said, little
had changed. To this day, nothing spooked officials at all levels of the
American government more than being accused of treating UFOs and
extraterrestrial visitors as real possibilities. Thus, the rabbit hole.
He couldn’t—or wouldn’t—tell me which POTUS had created the IRAD
solution. Said Truman would have if he’d thought of it. Or Eisenhower.
Even Nixon. “But one of them finally realized we needed a rabbit hole.
Literally. A hole in our intelligence capabilities where serious UFO and
alien visitation researchers could disappear. And deal with their data
in total privacy. That’s what my IRAD does. It’s been the only way to
get around the official timidity and look seriously at the evidence.”
“Your IRAD squad. It’s been active in Flagler for a while?” “We’ve come
and gone and come and gone and, now, we’ve been back for three years.
Chalk it up mostly to the erratic Professor Huntgardner and his claims
and stories about his fragment. They’re like Tootle, the Little
Engine—they just keep going. And coming. And now they’re getting people
killed. One of our people, too, to our profound regret.”
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