They Call Me. Montey Greene (Identity Crisis Trilogy, Book 1)

They Call Me. Montey Greene (Identity Crisis Trilogy, Book 1)


If you're gonna put four bullets in a man, you may wanna make sure he's dead. Especially if you're calling that man. MONTEY GREENE! Every Legend Has A Beginning. In the case of unemployed security systems analyst Montey Greene it was Europe. A pair of shoes. A beautiful Colombian woman. Pink pills. A false passport. Four bullets in the back. Europe Montey should have known something was wrong when he was detained by the Customs Agent at Milano Malpensa Airport in Milan, Italy. Held for several hours without a clear explanation as to why, and then released just as mysteriously. A Pair Of Shoes All he wanted was to buy a pair of shoes for his wife Patricia, back home in the States, when he walked into that high end women's boutique on Via Della Spiga; one of Milan's most prestigious and upscale shopping streets. That's where he met. The Beautiful Colombian Woman Alejandra Lasprilla, the up and coming fashion-designer and owner of said boutique. She's got a jealous and over-protective fiance named Paolo who just so happens to head Gaurdia di Finanza. A specialty division equivalent to the D.E.A and F.B.I here in America. Ironically Alejandra likes to pop. Pink Pills Ecstasy. That she gets from her high-flying, well heeled childhood friend from Australia named Gerald. He of the good-looks, private planes, deep pockets who has secrets that may end their friendship. Montey finds himself unwillingly dragged into the middle of drug transactions bound to go bad when he gets a call from the States. It's his incarcerated friend Spider, telling him that according to his connections Montey is in Europe on. A False Passport Which brings Montey back to that customs agent. The only things she said was that his passport didn't initially take, a computer glitch of some sorts. Three days later he would take. Four Bullets In The Back Montey didn't want to die. Not here. Not Now. Not on this cold stretch of highway leading to Lake Como with four bullet holes in his back. Something told him not go, but he hopped on that plane anyway. All expenses paid they said. First class all the way on an open-ended ticket. You would have taken that flier too if you just got laid off for the third time in as many months and recently separated from your wife. Did I forget to mention the kids? An all expenses paid vacation 4000 miles across the Atlantic, to hang out with some old friends while you try to put the pieces of your crumbling life back together, seemed to be just the remedy for the once again unemployed security systems analyst. Up until the point he walked into that high end women's boutique on Via Della Spiga he was just a regular guy from Brooklyn. That's why he found himself on one of the most touristy fashion corridors in all of Milan. If only he had gone to Venice or Naples instead. Maybe he wouldn't have inadvertently botched the kidnapping of a reputed drug kingpin's daughter. If only it could have been just been that, but Montey Greene didn't have that type of luck. His life as of late wasn't that black and white simple. Now he found himself locked in the cross-hairs of some unknown assailants gun-sight and at the top of some unknown government agency's most wanted list questioning his name. Life is rarely what it seems as perception is usually greater than ones reality. Even a broke clock shows the right time two times a day, so be careful what you wish for. Be careful what you wish for when you take a person's name. Be careful what you wish for if the person you want dead doesn't die.


They Call Me. Montey Greene
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