Well, no. That’s me. But I love planes and think pilots are an incredible lot. Many have served in the military and bring a cool calm and professionalism to a very serious business which is also…Fun!
I doubt very few pilots just decided one day to answer an ad for “pilot wanted.” I suspect for many of them, it started with, “Varoom, Eaaahhh, Schooo.” The noises they made when they were six with a model plane or balsa wood glider in their hand. I have known many great men and woman pilots and each one has a subtle swagger and ‘Air’ of confidence that slicing through the air, in a “heavier than air” craft imbues.
So naturally when I wrote my new book, Ask Not, the only choice for my main character was an airline pilot. Captain Hank Larson suffers a family tragedy that is compounded by suspicions of murder. Not just the shock that his younger brother was a murder victim, but allegations that his brother, was himself, a murderer. His love and natural protection instincts for his sibling catapult him into a dark and nefarious world of conspiracy, assassinations, and shadow governments. Ruthless and powerful men that are out to take him out. They aren’t sure if he is now in possession of the kompromat that got his brother killed, but they aren’t taking any chances. After all, they killed JFK to keep all this secret. 30 years later, some bumbling, and bereaved, airline pilot isn’t going to threaten their power. But do they underestimate him at their own peril? Order now!
It’s a great read, a smart thriller and also a quick refresher course on JFK’s assassination and the controversy that has followed to this day. – Anonymous
In 1993, 8 out of 10 Americans didn’t believe the official account of the Kennedy assassination, namely that it was carried out solely by Lee Harvey Oswald, that only 3 shots were fired and there was no conspiracy, 80%!
One of the other 20% is airline pilot, Hank Larson. He never thought about it and couldn’t care less. That is until a family tragedy catapulted him into a living nightmare. Soon conspiracy theorists, researchers, wingnuts, and shady operatives will threaten his life and the life of the innocent woman who just wanted to help him.
Does he unwittingly hold the key to solving the biggest crime of all time? Or will he be just another suspicious death in what some say are over 200 witnesses and dissenters who have met an untimely demise?
Hank Larson is thrown into the deep end of a history-changing event, 30 years after it shocked the world. Now, he must think fast and act faster lest he himself becomes…history.
With the upcoming release of my new, JFK thriller, Ask Not! and the new revelations all over the media that retired Secret Service Agent, Paul Landis found the “magic bullet” in the back seat of the limo and placed it on a hospital stretcher, I am constantly asked to comment.
But first, as we say in publishing, a little backstory, President John F. Kennedy was shot at 12:30 p.m. CST as his motorcade weaved its way through Dallas, Texas. At 12:36 the limo with the mortally wounded 35thpresident screeched to a stop at Parkland Hospital’s Emergency entrance. At first, Mrs. Kennedy would not let go of her husband. Her personal Secret Service Agents, Clint Hill, and Paul Landis tried to coax her to release him. They soon realized she was holding his head together and her own sense of propriety had her hiding his ghastly wound from the public. Clint caught on and removed his jacket and covered the president’s head with it and she relented to letting her husband go. Landis’ eye was caught by something shiny in the back seat. He now testifies that “two bright brass bullet fragments” glistened back at him. He collected Mrs. Kennedy’s hat, bag, and lighter. Then noticed an intact bullet resting on the rear deck of the limo. He pocketed the bullet and proceeded into the trauma room where he says he placed the bullet on the president’s stretcher.
Maybe not so MAGICAL after all
Well, that bullet would go on to launch the greatest unsolved mystery in history. It would be renamed the “Magic Bullet” and be identified (Commission Exhibit #399) in the Warren Commission’s Official Report on the Assassination as having made 7 of the 8 wounds Kennedy and Texas Governor Connelly, who was riding in the jump seat right in front of the president, suffered. Ostensibly from the three shots fired by Lee Harvey Oswald from the 6th-floor window of the Texas Scholl book depository.
The big news hullabaloo about all this is that if Landis is telling the truth, then that bullet found at the back of the limo didn’t “magically” create the 7 entrance and exit wounds of Kennedy and Connelly only then to fall out of Connelly’s thigh onto the hospital stretcher. Through the tortured math of forensics, it points to a second shooter to account for the total of 8 wounds, the third and last shot making only wound number 8, clearly hitting the president in his head. A second shooter is a most tantalizing prospect since for the past 60 years the official cause of the president’s death was maintained as a lone gunman, 3 shots and no conspiracy.
Ah, but wait! Lost in this hoopla of “blockbuster revelations” is a small fact that I have never heard in my 30 years of investigating this subject. My deep dive into Dallas began as I was researching and writing a screenplay in 1993, and now for my soon-to-be-released novel, Ask Not! in November. And if history is any predictor, it should become the hub of a whole new branch of conspiracy theories. In his testimony, Landis offhandedly mentions seeing “two bright brass bullet fragments” on the back seat. He goes into great detail about one of them, he described it as the size of the end of his pinky and mushroomed. He never described the other fragment. BINGO. New conspiracy fodder for the next 60 years!
Nowhere in any official accounts, including the extensive Warren Commission Report, is there any mention of bullet fragments being found in the backseat of the limo. In fact, the Warren Report specifically states that 5 bullet fragments were found in the car, 4 in and around the front seat, and one under the jump seat that Nellie Connelly, the governor’s wife, was sitting in. To the best of my knowledge and amongst the many researchers and conspiracy theorists I have spoken with in the intervening 3 decades has any mention, documentation, or photos of bullet fragments in the back seat ever come up!*
*(However, there are thousands of alternate theories about the Kennedy assassination that range from plausible to science fiction, so I am sure someone will probably refute that, i.e. “The emperor of the moon, who was opposed to Kennedy’s moon-shot program, admitted to placing those fragments. That was before America’s collective consciousness of moon people was erased during the Ed Sullivan Show with the same device that Tommy Lee Jones and Wil Smith used in the movie Men in Black.” Believe it!)
Back to physical reality and the possible sanity of Landis’ claim. A bullet mushrooms when it slams into something hard, like bone, metal, or stone. It would also ricochet, winding up somewhere other than where it was aimed. Is this the fragment that made the hole in the limo’s windshield or the dent in the chrome trim above the window, then miraculously shot into the back seat without hitting the president or his wife? Or is this the bullet that ricocheted off the chrome and into the president’s throat coming out his back and falling onto the seat? Without the bullet fragment in evidence, we will never know! And hence, buckle your seat belts for the next 60 years of conspiracy theories!
In the meantime, you might enjoy my latest work, Ask Not!, which pits all the conspiracy theories against a valiant effort to right a wrong that ensnares Hank Larson, my main character into a dark and deadly world of conspirators, nuts, and operatives. Unbeknownst to him, he comes into possession of the proof of what really happened in Dealey Plaza that day, and they will kill him and anyone else who touches it.
Tom Avitabile | Best Selling Author, Book Coach, and Screenwriter 