Even after leaving Los Angeles and on the plane to Israel, Zacchaeus (Zach) Miller, a young freelance writer with free time on his hands and a mother willing to help financially, is still unclear about what he plans to do there.
With a tip for a story lead from his longtime buddy Preston, Zach has just recently had a strange encounter with Jivin, a wise beyond his twelve year old self Native American boy from the Mescalero tribe. With just a few words and fewer details, Jivin tells Zach that as part of his destiny he was to save millions of lives, but he has to go to Israel first.
Still pondering his unusual situation, Zach is first irritated by the constant chatter of his talkative seatmate, but then gets intrigued by the handsome Palestinian actor's lively story. They part on landing with an invitation to visit Amir's home in Beit Sofafa in the Old City of Jerusalem.
Slightly frustrated and a little bored after a few days of aimless sightseeing and not knowing exactly what he is to do, Zach calls Amir and is invited not only for lunch but to stay with the wealthy Hamdallah family. Very quickly he becomes part of their family and is given the fullest of hospitality. Over time Zach thinks he knows them well and even is semi in love with Amir's sister. Things start to shift very quickly, however, when he does some idle snooping. Discovering some hidden plans, Zach is suddenly afraid and wonders at what is really going on. How deep does the treachery go? Who can he turn to now? Who would believe him?
MISTAKEN ENEMY is the first book in a new Zach Miller series by debut author Dennis Nehamen. With its quick witted dialogue and storyline that delves deep into the complex world of Israeli-Palestinian politics, Nehamen has crafted a suspenseful and intriguing thriller, filled with revenge, buried family secrets, deception and dastardly intent. With his extensive background in forensic and clinical psychology, Nehamen brings realistic understanding and insights into his characters' motivations and intents to this incredible story that rings both outlandish and credible. His descriptions of Zach's feelings and reactions while imprisoned or in traumatic situations are particularly strong.
Zach is also an interesting protagonist who is full of curiosity and has a very adventurous spirit. His views are apolitical and non-religious at the start but as the story develops, his character grows considerably in the story, yet he is still young enough to have lots of room to grow in future books. Zach has a great sense of humour and makes many playful connections and humourous metaphors in his thoughts as the book is written from his perspective. While this is a good thing, I found it a tad irritating at times as it seems overdone and sometimes less is more. This might just be a personal thing on my part and every reader will have their own reaction. It does add humour that helps release tension in some of the bleak situations.
Overall, I also found Nehamen's descriptions of secondary characters to be well crafted, especially that of Zach's mother and Mr. Hamdallah as their background motivations and histories are revealed. Thriller fans will find there are more than enough surprising twists and amazing revelations to make for a very interesting story from a new author with the promise of more to come! The implications of the story about what fanatics will consider on both sides in this story will reverberate in your mind long after you finish this dramatic story! Enjoy!
Freelance writer Zacchaeus Miller travels to Israel, where
he is told he has the ability to impact the lives of
millions. He dives into the culture of his surroundings, in
the end accidentally exposed to inside information
threatening international borders. Burdened with the
knowledge of an underground terrorist plot soon to be
executed, the protagonist is then forced to play a role in
the crisis. In a race against time, and an ongoing struggle
to declare his innocence, he must intercept the impending
attack or watch helplessly as innocent people are
slaughtered and nations destroyed. But even the unintended
emissary isnβt sure which side he is on.
Controversial, addicting, and bold, Mistaken Enemy is
compelling new author Dennis Nehamenβs first release of the
Zach Miller Thrillers. What begins as the captivating
chronicle of one manβs exploration of a foreign land soon
becomes a heart-racing account of hate, revenge, and
conviction, ultimately testing the boundaries of human love.
1) No, what almost every male likely considers their most
vital organ
had passed its last rigor mortis exam quite some time before
βit had not
officially been declared deceased, however, until one awful
morning when
a fantasy crept past the guards and snuck into my cell. What
must have been
an apparition was a hip cat who immediately aroused my
jealousy because
he was happy: I saw him as the epitome of a free spirit. He
had a shaggy
beard and long brown hair protruding from a green knit cap.
He was wearing
old jeans fraying at the cuffs, with lots of holes and a
piss-yellow t-shirt that
heralded him a beatnik.
His upper garment plucked my heart like a sour musical note,
bountifully proclaiming βALL IS COOLβ in bright pink across
the front.
He was smiling gleefully but must have traded his guitar for
the Hustler
magazine he was holding in his hand. He was a bighearted
dude, opening the
centerfold to show it to me. It was a dead ringer for
Bahlyaβ¦and I threw up.
2) I tried to repeat what Iβd shared with her prior to that
day about my
background, but as I spoke I started hearing sounds,
trampoline pounding
vibrations atop my words, repetitions of my name tumbling,
bouncing, and
flipping, timed perfectly as Bahlya had spoken itβ¦Zaci,
Zaci, Zaci. Zaci,
Zaci, Zaci, over and over.
But her mouth never moved. The portrait of her sorrow
remains
embossed in my permanent memory, ready to be revealed on
short noticeβ
as Iβm doing presently, reclaiming a memento from the past,
a sound
recording cherishedβfor it was not of accusation but
absolution. She was
expressing full exoneration from any doubt she might have
had in my
regard, making a plea as I heard her call out my name, Zaci,
Zaci, Zaci.
Jivin had taken the liberty of familiarity with me; much
like a conductor
tends a member of his orchestra. Bahlya climaxed to this
intimacy out of
desperation; there was no need to respond.