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Chuck Waldron
a book bubble about
The CleanSweep Conspiracy
Mystery, Thriller & Suspense
Author Insight
TERROR, TREPIDATION, TURMOIL, TURBULENCE, TORONTO
Shameless alliteration, I know. Those aren’t words often associated with the setting for The CleanSweep Conspiracy I could never wish harm to the city, but my devious side led me to write a story where Toronto felt terror, trepidation, turmoil, and turbulence. Bombs explode. Rioting becomes commonplace, and something like martial law is implemented. It gets worse when a ruthless billionaire intends to shape a city to his viewpoint. In my story, ordinary people try to make things right again. Matt Tremain is a blogger wondering if anyone even notices. Carling is a career cop who avoids headlines. A reporter is well-respected, but facing a conspiracy? Those ordinary people finally decide to act, knowing consequence may be deadly. I don’t apologize for the destruction of Toronto. It’s only a story, right? This can’t happen in a city like Toronto. Indeed, no billionaires are plotting to erode our society in Toronto, Canada or the United States. Privacy? The next time you’re shopping look up for any dark glass camera pods. Confidentiality? The next time you do an online search. Smartphone? What about information our sim cards are transmitting? Government listening in? The CleanSweep Conspiracy is just a story. Nothing like that can ever happen. Sleep well, my friends.
Book Excerpt
The CleanSweep Conspiracy
The first big blast came from a high-explosive bomb strategically placed in the Distillery District. Its position was calculated to cause maximum damage as well as spread panic and confusion.
The walls of a historic brick building—a former factory—seemed to belch outward as the shock waves heaved away from the point of detonation. Then the walls collapsed inward as the trailing vacuum sucked them back in, the overpressure creating an earsplitting sonic boom.
The heat from the explosion released a thermal wave, and newly exposed, combustible material incinerated in microseconds. Fragments of bricks, plumbing pipes, window frames, and furniture spread into the street as small shards were expelled at supersonic speed.
For those closest to the blast, death came mercifully fast. The shock wave ravaged internal organs, shrapnel from debris shredded body tissue, and the fireball immolated whatever was left.
Over the next seven minutes, five regions in greater Toronto were targeted, with similar results. The shock waves could be felt throughout the entire metropolitan area. Entire blocks were leveled and left in flames, transportation was disrupted, and three bridges were destroyed.
The psychological shock waves, however, had yet to begin to spread.
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