Kyle Hampter, the Government Energy Commissioner, stared with trepidation at the two men accompanying Lester King, the mogul of the oil company, East and West Global Oil Industries. He was looking forward to a cordial dinner meeting at Borger’s Dine and Wine Restaurant in Washington DC. The appearance of the two gunslingers at Lester’s side changed all of that. He could tell that they mean business. Lester’s veiled statement to Kyle not to cross him only added fuel to his misgivings. Kyle wondered whether he had bitten off more than he can chew by giving these men the time of day.
Water and Gasoline Pellets
The idea that water can be transformed into gasoline had shaken Mr. King to the core. He knew it could spell disaster for the oil industry of which he was a big part. The price of oil could dive and the profits would fly out of the window. The only recourse was to get hold of the scientific formula first and find a way to keep it out of the public eye. Kyle realized from Mr. King’s rant that he was determined to prove that water and gasoline pellets do not mix.
Those Big Time Goons
Mr. King’s bodyguards, Monty Hellman and Tolly Sea-more botched an attempt to kidnap Father Pario, the priest at St. Treba Catholic Church in Detroit who officiated the baptismal rites where the water turned into gasoline. While attempting to escape, Tolly foolishly shot it out with the pursuing police authorities. Mortally wounded and on the verge of death, he pointed out Monty’s location inside the Detroit Mall. Monty was caught with his pants down and rounded up. Could this be the beginning of the end of their head honcho?
The author Carl Kegerreis has adroitly steered the plot of I Wish I Had Those Gasoline Pellets closer to a satisfying conclusion. More chilling surprises are in store for the reader, though, as the story winds down.
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