The story is a fiction based on fact. My protagonist, Jack York, is an ex-sailor. He suffers from Fugue, a distinctive dissociative disorder characterized by geographical displacement and amnesia for the episodes. The misunderstanding of his condition is the reason for his dishonorable discharge from the Navy. The story concerns the events that lead Jack York to be in Dallas on November 23, 1963. The premise of the story is the Dallas tragedy was carried out by two men who had no prior knowledge of each other and different targets in mind.̀There exists a type of phenomenon…which has puzzled man. The seemingly accidental meeting of two unrelated causal chains in a coincidental event which appears both highly improbable and highly significant.'Arthur KoestlerThe significant factor motivating Jack York is the loss of the Atomic Submarine Thresher with one hundred twenty-nine men aboard. The premise is based on letters, part of one is excerpted here. Please note the date.Letter date: August 12, 1963. Notarized and mailed/receipted August 12, 1963To: Hon. John Connally, Governor of Texas.From: Field Engineer on Thresher.Dear Governor;A plot is underway to assassinate you. As former Secretary of the Navy you are well aware of the Submarine Thresher disaster, and how Bendix used fraudulent pressure/depth curves on equipment designed and built by Bendix for submarines of the Thresher class.An organization…Justice For The Crew Of The Thresher is being formed.Sir, I beg you, if you do visit Dallas and ride in an open car, please do not allow your loved ones to ride in an open car with you. If a sniper's bullet, meant for you, was fired from a high powered rifle by one of these disgruntled former service men…The letter's author was questioned in August 1963 by Naval Intelligence, The FBI and postal authorities. The FBI and the other investigative agencies, failed to file a report concerning this and later failed to inform the Warren Commission.The letter, sent three months before the Dallas event, named the three salient factors of the crime: disgruntled ex-serviceman, high powered rifle, open car. The Type Of People I Write AboutThere are many reasons a person will pick up a book. They're looking for something, it could be anything. So let me give some idea of what you'll find when you open a book of mine. But first let me tell you what you won't find. None of my characters are innocent. They are not finding love for the first time. They are not stunning symbols of ideal beauty or intelligence. They may be jaded or naïve but they are not brand new. None of my characters are capable of turning into bats, wolves or anything requiring a special uniform, especially a cape. They can't leap over tall things, least of all buildings. They don't wear masks or have faithful Indian companions. They don't dress like they're in Sherwood Forest and they don't have a shapely fairy with dragon-fly wings who can sprinkle them with pixy dust and make their dreams come true. No ruby slippers, no magic Lamps. Don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with characters like that or people who write about them, it just that I don't.What you will find are people, ordinary average people who find themselves in extra-ordinary circumstances. People who have gotten themselves into a position that's completely new to them and they have to figure out how to get out of it. If they don't find a way the consequences will be severe and most likely fatal.There's a spiritual song called The Lonesome Valley. It says, ̀Nobody can go there for you'. While that's true, there are many people willing to help them find the path to it, if they're not careful. My characters can't buy their way out, they can't wish their way out. They can't hope for the best, they can't pretend it isn't happening. They can't say it's all someone else's fault. It's their time in life to face the facts.E.M. Forster said the only way to end a work of fiction in a satisfying way is with death or

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