By Dr. John Reizer
I could seriously use your help with reviewing my latest novel, The Target List.
This short novel is a medical science fiction thriller that was written to entertain and teach people about many of the nefarious agendas taking place in the medical industrial complex.
In order to get important information out there to lots of people about what’s really taking place in the healthcare industry, I authored this short novel.
WAND is a revolutionary new medical tool that cures diseased tissues in human beings without the use of drugs or surgery. Ten years in design and production, the technology has a 95% success rate in curing most forms of cancer in animals and human beings.
The brainchild of 48 year old Harvard Medical School graduate, Clyde Daniel, WAND (Wave-Altering-Nanoparticle-Disrupter) is going to move the profession of medicine out of the dark ages and into something that closely resembles science fiction.
That is, unless the pharmaceutical industry, which stands to lose billions of dollars in lost drug revenues, can intervene with its hired assassins and destroy the technology and its team of creators before it ever has a chance to see the light of day.
The Target List is a medical science fiction thriller, a real page turner that will have readers hooked from the first chapter through the very end of the book.
HOW YOU CAN HELP ME
Please consider reading the story and writing an honest review on Amazon.com with a star rating of your choosing. I am not asking for good or bad reviews, only honest ones.
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Thanks so much!
Dr. John Reizer
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The Target List
A Novel By Dr. John Reizer
Copyright © 2019 by Dr. John Reizer
All Rights Reserved. Printed in the USA
No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the author.
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The characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead is coincidental and not intended by the author.
July 18, 2014
Piedmont Regional Medical Center
Two weeks prior, the prognosis had not been a favorable one for little Samantha Gould. She’d contracted acute lymphocytic leukemia (ALL). It was an aggressive form of cancer that had been affecting her blood and bone marrow for the past 4 months. This particular disease accounted for approximately 30% of the cancers commonly found in young children.
Samantha was only six years old and had been suffering from chronic fatigue and joint pain throughout her spine, shoulders and pelvic girdle. In addition to that, Samantha had a history of bruising and her skin tone had become consistently pale looking. The child was constantly losing weight and her oncologist feared that without a carefully monitored treatment program, she’d probably not survive another year.
Samantha’s parents were scared and frustrated at the same time. They’d read the literature and understood the risks involved with not proceeding with treatment as well as all the risks associated with chemotherapy. It was a coin toss; the statistics painted a bleak looking picture for Samantha either way they turned.
Then something amazing happened that completely changed the Goulds’ lives. Samantha’s mother, Sandra had a brief encounter with a young doctor named Donna Sawyer on the fourth of July. The young physician approached Mrs. Gould and asked her if Samantha’s new diagnostic scans had been completed.
Sandra Gould knew nothing about any new diagnostic tests that were planned for her daughter. Her oncologist hadn’t mentioned anything to her or her husband, Ronald. Sandra naturally assumed Dr. Sawyer had been authorized to perform the new tests, and because of the holiday schedule, she believed there must have been some confusion between the staff doctors.
Dr. Sawyer told Sandra Gould that she could scan Samantha right in the hospital room; it would only take a few minutes. The woman proceeded by removing a small instrument from her lab coat. She approached Samantha and waved the device very slowly up and down the length of the little girl’s body. Samantha remained sound asleep in her hospital bed the entire time the female doctor performed the procedure. The encounter lasted less than five minutes. After Dr. Sawyer finished, she smiled at Samantha’s mother and exited the room. Sandra Gould never saw the woman doctor again, and when she questioned Samantha’s oncologist about the new imaging tests, he looked at her like she was crazy. As it turned out, there was no Dr. Sawyer employed by the hospital.
What happened over the next two weeks to young Samantha Gould could not be explained by conventional medicine. At least that’s what the oncology doctors told her family.
Samantha made a complete recovery from her illness. Her doctors called it spontaneous remission.
Two weeks after the strange visit from the mysterious Dr. Sawyer, there were no signs of Samantha’s disease. Her little body was completely cancer free. The child was energetic, eating everything in sight and her skin color looked completely normal.
The Goulds believed the mystery doctor who had entered their daughter’s hospital room that day must have been an angel sent from heaven to perform a miracle.
May 6, 2019
Albany, New York
The killer entered Roger Atwood’s home from the back porch, through a sliding glass door. It was a fairly simple lock to defeat, almost too easy.
Atwood, the target, was watching a television show in the living room; one of those detective programs from the early 80’s where they committed and solved crimes very neatly in 40 minutes with twenty more sprinkled in for commercials.
The target was seated on a tan colored recliner. The killer was in fairly good position, able to see that Atwood had his back to him. He moved quietly behind the target, and then crouched below the back of the recliner.
Atwood was completely preoccupied with the show. He raised his body, pointing the revolver towards the back of the target’s head. He’d never know what hit him, the killer thought to himself.
A cell phone rang.
He crouched back down towards the floor and froze.
“Hello, Shane,” the target said answering the phone. “Yes, of course. No, no, not that I am aware of; but you know how they’ve handled that in the past.”
There was a long pause. The killer kept his position, hoping Atwood wouldn’t get up from the chair.
“I understand, Shane,” the target said continuing the conversation. “Look, we’ve been through this several times already, I’m not going to change my mind.” Another long pause. “Okay then, I’ll be there next Thursday, to sign the papers. Yes, Shane. Goodbye!”
Atwood was quiet again, back to watching the television show.
The killer rose once more from behind the recliner, like a cobra slithering out of a wicker basket. He pointed the gun at the target’s head and pulled the trigger.
May 8, 2019
Spartanburg, South Carolina
Getting into Shane Riddick’s green Ford Taurus was the hard part. Back in the day, he could’ve broken into any vehicle in a matter of seconds. But cars these days were a completely different story with all their anti-theft detection contraptions. It was a damn nightmare for someone in his line of work.
Now that the killer was inside, the rest of the morning wouldn’t be a problem. He opened a specially designed lead case and removed the slender needle. Quick as a cat, he pushed the object inside the upholstery of the driver’s car seat.
No one would ever know the object had been hidden there. The highly radioactive compound painted on the small metallic pin would cause the target to be exposed to a lethal dose of radiation within ten to fifteen minutes – the length of time it would take for him to drive to work. It was a quick and easy job; no guns or knives were necessary today.
The target would become ill in just a few hours, probably an episode of diarrhea and intestinal cramps would start it off. After that, fever and severe vomiting would commence. This guy wasn’t going to get better, and by the time he got to an emergency room, he’d be ready for the marble orchard due to complications from late stage colon cancer. At least that’s the way it would appear to the attending physicians supervising his care.
May 10, 2019
Atlanta, Georgia 5:00 P.M.
The killer jimmied the lock with a small tool and quietly opened the apartment door. Pointing the barrel of the 38 into the dwelling, he made his way inside, eyeing the brown, leather sofa and other contents situated in the room. Everything appeared the way he’d studied it, but the target was nowhere to be found. He moved inside, looking at the unoccupied kitchen and dining room.
“Shit,” he said under his breath. He glanced at his watch. The target should’ve been there.
He scratched his head with his free hand while keeping the gun pointed at the hallway in front of him with the other one.
He moved farther into the apartment. Where was the target? he wondered.
The killer looked at his watch again. He moved through the hallway, slowly working his way towards the bedroom.
“Don’t move a muscle, asshole!” a voice said from behind him. He felt the cold end of a gun lightly touch the back of his neck. “Drop it, and kick it away,” the voice ordered him.
The killer hesitated momentarily before dropping the 38, and then kicked the weapon across the floor.
He struck him forcefully with the gun, on the base of the occiput. The blow rattled the killer’s brain. He slumped forward, the room spinning like a top in his world – then everything went black.
Clyde Daniel was a 48 year old medical doctor – a damn good one. He’d graduated at the top of his class from Harvard Medical School two decades earlier. But Clyde was like no other M.D. the world had ever seen. He’d become, over his career, a real pain in the ass for organized medicine.
The tall, blond-haired physician with prominent looking cheekbones had declared an all out war against his medical colleagues, and the entire medical profession.
Years earlier, Clyde had made an impressive contribution to his field by inventing a new tool that helped to analyze blood in patients without having to actually draw blood from them.
Initially, the technology had been warmly received by his peers. But the warm reception gradually turned cold once the pharmaceutical companies realized the loss of income they’d incur if Clyde’s idea was embraced by the industry and became commonplace in hospitals worldwide.
There were lots of profits in drawing and testing blood conventionally. Medical equipment and lab testing materials were worth billions of dollars annually, and Big Pharma was not in business to lose money. Clyde’s invention might have been a great way to help patients while preventing the spread of blood borne pathogens through the practice of traditional blood capturing techniques, but the big boys running the medical industrial empire didn’t appreciate new technologies that decreased overall revenues.
When the powers that be, for all intents and purposes, buried Clyde’s amazing invention in some filing cabinet in a dark cellar, he got really angry. It wasn’t too long after that that he decided to embark on a project that would forever transform the profession of medicine.
Dr. Daniel had encountered plenty of political corruption within his profession throughout his career, and he understood there were numerous risks involved with spotlighting cures for patients that were never supposed to see the light of day. But Clyde had gone down the proverbial rabbit hole, and there was no turning back. He knew Big Pharma was dirty and behind much of the corruption in his profession; there was no getting around that fact.
More recently, Clyde had invented another impressive technology – a way to reverse many forms of cancer and autoimmune diseases through the medium of radio frequencies. This was a huge accomplishment for the young physician to say the least.
This concept had been around in theory for awhile, but Clyde had perfected the technology through the invention of a revolutionary tool that was getting successful results in the 95% range. This type of success against these types of diseases was unheard of in modern medicine. If Clyde’s technology was made available to society, it would more than likely eradicate cancer, lupus, rheumatoid arthritis and many other diseases that had been around forever. It would also destroy a large segment of the pharmaceutical industry in a relatively short period of time.
Clyde looked down at the man sprawled across his hallway floor. The guy had obviously entered the apartment with the intent to harm him. He knelt beside the intruder, still clutching his firearm, and checked for a pulse. It was strong; he hadn’t killed him – yet!