From his modest office at the USAID building, John Harter heard the shouting from the lobby. The scene was chaotic — the night guard and another Afghani man were standing over a body shouting at each other yet accomplishing nothing, while a woman lay on the floor, her dress covered in blood and a towel thrown carelessly over her head.
A floor lamp had been knocked over, its shade flattened. Magazines from a nearby table lay scattered near her legs. John entered the lobby, pushed past the young receptionist who stood in the doorway waving her arms and screaming for someone to do something. As he knelt beside her motionless body, he pulled the towel covering her and then leaned forward to feel for a pulse or sign of life…
"I just finished Vengeance Red and I really enjoyed it. Your description of the oppressive heat, the primitive markets, and the trips to Khyber Pass took me back to 1962--63. I had forgotten about Dean's Hotel. Your background was first rate, and your "bad ass" female CIA agent was described in what I felt was a W.E.B Griffen style."
Frank E., USAF – Badaber 62-63
"From prologue til the end of Vengeance Red, I was hooked. CIA, spies, secret missions, assassins, Fran Rupert is my new heroine."
R. C. Schulz was born and raised in the northern suburbs of Chicago. After graduating from college, he was hired by an agency of the federal government and worked for several years in Pakistan and Afghanistan. Now retired, Roger and his wife, Joan, have two adult children and two grandchildren. They live with their Golden Retriever, Farley, in northwest Illinois.