The Pinochet Plot

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David Myles Robinson

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Perfect bound, 280 pages , 5.5" x 8.5" 
ISBN 978-1-938288-20-3
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Other books by David Myles Robinson
Son of Saigon
Tropical Doubts
Tropical Deception
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About the Book

Successful San Francisco attorney Will Muñoz has heard of the brutal former Chilean dictator Augusto Pinochet, of course, but it's not until he receives his mother's suicide letter that he has any inkling Pinochet may have had his father, Chilean writer Ricardo Muñoz, assassinated thirty years earlier.

Her suspicions spur Will on to a quest to discover the truth about his father's death–and about the psychological forces that have driven his mother to her fatal decision. His journey takes him deep into unexpected darkness linking his current step-father, the CIA, drug-experimentation programs, and a conspiracy of domestic terrorism. The Pinochet Plot is not just a story of a man seeking inner peace; it is also a story of sinister history doomed to repeat itself.

Preview

Jones laughed out loud. It sounded more like a dog barking, but it was a laugh. "Let me tell you a little story," he said. "A few months after we'd started this new group, Chuck and I dropped some acid and went for a drive. He was driving. Next thing I knew we were passing the Coliseum and the USC campus, and we were suddenly in the heart of darkness." He paused, presumably for dramatic effect. "We were smack dab in the middle of Watts. I asked him what the fuck he was doing; we were going to get ourselves killed. Them niggers don't like whiteys coming onto their turf. But Chuck just smiled and kept driving. It was early evening, before daylight saving time, so it was dusk. We turned onto a street that was pretty industrial, and deserted ... until we saw this teen-ager throwing a basketball against the side of a building. There wasn't a hoop or anything, but the stupid fuck would pretend like he was going in for a layup and throw the ball up against the wall."

 "So Chuck pulls the car into the lot where the kid is, and the kid turns to face us, holding his free hand over his eyes to block the glare of our headlights. He had this funny, puzzled look on his face. Chuck says, 'Watch this,' and reaches under his seat and pulls out a gun. Before I can say shit, he gets out of the car and walks toward the kid. I could see the little nigger's eyes go big, just like in them old-time movies where everybody overacted. There was a big-ass white guy coolly walking toward him with a gun in his hand. The kid dropped his basketball, and it rolled away. He raised both hands in the air. I guess he thought we were robbing him. But without saying a word, Chuck shot the fucker in the face. I don't know what kind of gun it was. It was too dark for me to tell, but whatever it was totally blew the kid's face apart. He went down like a sack of cement."

Jones smiled again and then shook his head, apparently enjoying the memory.

 "The gunshot seemed like the loudest thing I'd ever heard. It reverberated off the cement buildings, and I heard it echo. I gotta admit: I was pretty scared. I was also stoned on acid, so I was getting pretty fucking paranoid at this point. But Chuck walked back to the car, slow as could be, and got in. He calmly put the gun back under his seat. Then he turned to me. There was a wild look in his eyes, but he was grinning ear to ear. 'Well, that was fun,' he said. Then we drove away."

About the Author

David Myles Robinson grew up in Pasadena, CA, where he worked as a staff reporter for a minority newspaper, The Pasadena Eagle, while attending Cal State LA. He graduated cum laude from San Francisco State University with a B.A. in political science, and was academic law review at the University of San Francisco School of Law. It was there that Robinson met his wife, Marcia Waldorf. The two moved to Honolulu, Hawaii, where Robinson practiced law and Waldorf became a circuit court judge. The two now reside in Taos, NM, where he can pursue his passions of skiing, golf, traveling, and writing, though not necessarily in that order. 

Robinson is the author of six novels: Unplayable Lie, a golf-related suspense novel; Tropical Lies, Tropical Judgments, and Tropical Doubts, all Pancho McMartin legal thrillers set in Honolulu; and suspense novels The Pinochet Plot and Son of Saigon.

Praise for The Pinochet Plot

Author Robinson conjures a complex skein of diverse plot threads; his novel is part crime drama and part political thriller, as well as a story about Will’s personal torment in dealing with a painful past . . . An engaging tale. 
—Kirkus Reviews,
​May 2018

David Myles Robinson is fast becoming one of my favorite authors. The Pinochet Plot is just as entertaining as his other books. Robinson's ability to weave mystery is amazing, keeping the reader on edge and thirsting for the next chapter.
   I've read all of David Myles Robinson's books to date and got caught up in each. His Pancho McMartin in Tropical Lies and Tropical Judgments is one cool guy, and the books hard to put down. But when I read Pinochet, Pancho wasn't missed at all. It's Robinson's best by far. This ex-lawyer can write.
–Garrett Sprinkle, former ABC anchorman