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Revolutionary Tax will give you an insight into Spain’s war on terror. ETA, the Basque terrorist organization, is having trouble collecting its ‘revolutionary tax’ from the local business community but the new boss decides to call in bad debts.
Meanwhile, a young sales executive is attending an international exhibition in Madrid and the beautiful Elena drags him into a world of murder, extortion, terror and betrayal
A loud rap on the tall, wooden door startled him, even though he was expecting it. His reflection in the ornate gold mirror betrayed palpable relief when he confirmed through the peephole that it wasn’t the police. He opened the door slightly and let his guest slip her tender frame through and into the apartment.
"Mina, it’s great to see you!" he said as he kissed her on both cheeks. "Did you have any problems finding the place?"
"No problem. I hope nobody else does," she answered dryly.
"I know. Don’t worry: this apartment is clean," assured Ander. "It’s never been used before."
Mina raised her eyebrows but after a quick look around she seemed satisfied.
"Congratulations, Ander," she whispered as he led her through to the dining room to do the introductions.
"Listen, I know it must be difficult..." he sympathized.
"Forget it! I don’t want the job. Honestly! I’m not that ambitious," she said, hiding the fact that her words were rehearsed.
Ander smiled and put his arm around her shoulder as they entered the dining room.
"Well here she is guys: the best PR woman we’ve ever had!"
"The only PR woman we’ve ever had you mean," she laughed as she exchanged kisses on both cheeks with the newly promoted Executive Council members.
Mina, the only woman on the Council, was still unknown to the authorities. The Head of Public Relations for ETA had a policy of never making her whereabouts known to anyone on the Executive Council. She could only be contacted by e-mail, which she accessed at ever-changing locations throughout northern Spain. Her policy of absolute caution had served her well. She knew that even the most committed terrorists gave up information when squeezed.
The eighteenth century apartment was located in the Rue Saint Jacques in the Latin Quarter of Paris, close to the Pantheon where Victor Hugo and Voltaire are buried. It was an excellent location for the meeting with Ander at the helm for the first time. The splendid dining room would function as the boardroom for the group of six.
The four new members, Gorka, Jon, Josepe and Kusko had arrived early. They had been enjoying a Bordeaux wine and getting to know each other better as they waited anxiously for Mina’s arrival. They commented on her tardiness. It wasn’t like her. Perhaps she was upset at being overlooked for promotion? She did, after all, have more experience than he did. Might she challenge Ander’s command?
"Some wine?" offered Gorka, extending a glass of Bordeaux.
"Thanks!" said Mina taking her seat at the end of the rectangular table opposite Ander.
"Let’s get down to business," he said, picking up his papers. "Firstly I would like to welcome our new members," he said, nodding at the four men sitting to his left and right.
"No offence, but it’s unfortunate you have to be here at all," added Mina.
The new members nodded in agreement, the gravity of the situation apparent on each stern face.
"Security is high on the agenda today," said Ander. "We’ve got a leak somewhere which needs to be plugged."
Mina and the others agreed, cursing the unknown traitor.
"Don’t worry, how we go about ridding ourselves of vermin will be dealt with, but first we’ve got to look at finance," said Ander. "We’ve got a growing problem of tax defaulters," he added in a serious tone. "It’s a problem and we’ve got to nip it in the bud now."
"Who isn’t paying now?" asked Josepe, speaking for the first time.
"Oh, there are a few at the moment who are behind on payments," explained Ander to the newcomer, "but it’s the habitual offenders who refuse to pay that we really need to sort out."
"Let me guess: Brummer and Sánchez?" inquired Mina.
The author was born in Edinburgh, Scotland in 1968. He studied Philosophy and Hispanic Studies at the University of Glasgow and currently lectures in Spanish and Philosophy.
He spent three years in Spain where he studied, taught English and drank copious amounts of red wine. His writing is greatly influenced by both English and Spanish language literature.
He now lives in Scotland with his wife and two daughters and as well as a collection of short stories, Univers Parallèle, the author has recently published a novel, A Conspiracy of Ravens, both under the name of Neal Sillars.
Book Publisher: Wings e Press
No. of Pages: 264
Paper Weight (lb): 11.2
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