One man, three lives, two wars and a terrorist plot spread over three centuries. New York industrialist Charlie Parker tries to dismiss flashbacks to earlier lives as a rifleman in the Napoleonic wars and a RAF pilot in the 1940 Battle of Britain as mental aberrations. Right now he needs to concentrate on saving his youngest daughter who has been abducted by Al-Qa’ida terrorists. Taken a few weeks before the family Trust Company is holding its Centenary Celebration at Carnegie Hall. There has to be a link but so far the security forces have been unable to come up with one. But no-matter how he tries to ignore them, the flashbacks increase in intensity until he finds himself living past and present almost simultaneously. Determined to discover once and for all if any proof exists that might verify these aberrations, he flies to England to explore the area where the last life took place.

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The flames had engulfed the entire engine now and were licking back in the slipstream towards the cockpit. I could see him struggling frantically with the handles, then the entire engine cowling exploded and the cockpit disappeared in a mass of flame. ‘ Dear God, help me, help me someone, help me please.’ A terrible screaming filled my ears rising to a high keening shriek of an animal in terrible agony.
‘Oh Sweet Christ I’m coming, Gerald, I’m coming,’ I heard myself sobbing as I rammed the throttle open and dived on the flaming furnace, lining it up in my gun sights and thumbing the firing button, loosing a deadly stream of tracer from the eight Browning machine guns. The screaming stopped abruptly and seconds later what was left of the Spitfire exploded in a great ball of black and yellow flames. But I dived on, blinded by tears, oblivious and uncaring of the surrounding battle, the dreadful screams echoing in my ears, my thumb frozen on the firing button long after the magazines rattled empty