The J. BAHARI PODCAST

J. Cat: Home for Christmas

The snow fell gently outside the large bay windows of the small town diner, each flake catching the golden glow of the streetlights. Inside, J. Cat sat at the counter, nursing a cup of black coffee. His tailored coat hung over the back of the chair, a stark contrast to the flannel-clad locals who cast curious glances his way. He wasn’t here to stand out, but blending in was never his strong suit.
After years of jet-setting around the globe on high-stakes missions, J. Cat had finally returned to the place where it all began—his hometown of Willow Creek. The assignment had been unexpected: a cryptic message from his former mentor, Nathaniel Trent, asking for help. But this wasn’t just about protecting the vulnerable or bringing down another criminal syndicate. This was personal.

J. Cat: Human Trafficking Part 2

The data J. Cat and Deedee recovered from the Amazon compound didn’t just expose the Abyss Consortium’s operations—it uncovered their far-reaching plans. The Consortium wasn’t content with merely trafficking human lives and illegal goods; they sought to infiltrate governments, bribe officials, and destabilize nations. The operation had evolved into a multi-pronged assault on global security.
The most alarming discovery was a secret event marked as Project Sovereign. It was scheduled to take place in less than a month, involving a clandestine summit of the world’s most powerful criminal figures. Calderón had been organizing this summit to consolidate his control over rival syndicates and secure the Consortium’s dominance for decades to come.
The summit was set to take place in Istanbul, a city where East met West and secrecy could thrive amid the chaos. It would be the perfect staging ground for J. Cat’s next move.

J. Cat: Human Trafficking Part 1

The phone rang just past midnight, cutting through the silence of J. Cat’s dimly lit apartment. He didn’t recognize the number, but he answered anyway.
“J. Cat,” he said, his voice steady and low.
There was silence on the other end, then a trembling voice—a girl, no older than twelve or thirteen. “Help me,” she whispered.
J. Cat sat up, his instincts immediately on edge. “Who is this? Where are you?”
“They took me… I don’t know where… Please, they’re coming—”
The line went dead.
J. Cat stared at the phone, the girl’s terrified voice echoing in his mind. 

J. Cat: Into the Abyss of Power

Deep within the ancient city's labyrinthine streets, an unmarked convoy wove its way through the chaos, its occupants concealed behind tinted glass. These weren’t ordinary travelers. Within the sleek black SUVs sat members of one of the world’s most elusive and dangerous syndicates, The Abyss Consortium. Their power spanned continents, their motives hidden in shadow, and tonight they were moving something—or someone—so valuable it required their full force of secrecy.
 
What they didn’t know was that they were being watched.
 
Perched atop the minaret of an abandoned mosque, J. Cat crouched low, his dark, lithe form blending into the night. His ebony skin glistened faintly with perspiration, but his steel-gray eyes remained sharp and unyielding. Every breath he took was measured, every movement deliberate, as he tracked the convoy through the scope of his rifle.

J. Cat: The Midnight Cipher

J. Cat was no stranger to chaos. As a covert agent for an unnamed arm of the government, his days (and long nights) were painted with shadows of international intrigue. Tonight was no different.
He leaned against the bar of the Velvet Clover, an upscale jazz club, where the world’s criminal elite often gathered beneath the guise of sophistication. Dressed sharply in a tailored black suit that molded to his athletic frame, J. Cat nursed a bourbon he had no intention of finishing. He was here for one reason only: to intercept a data drive from a foreign operative. The drive held the Midnight Cipher, a piece of software capable of bringing down the world’s financial systems.
But J. Cat wasn’t alone.

J. Cat: Shadows and Silk

Marissa Kane was never supposed to meet him. She was the daughter of a high-profile senator, a woman of power in her own right, a brilliant strategist and public relations expert. The kind of woman who built empires on the strength of her words and a smile that could make you believe you were the only person in the room. The kind of woman who didn't let emotions get in the way of business.
But then she stumbled into his world.
It happened on a cold evening in December, at an exclusive charity gala held at the most prestigious hotel in Manhattan. The place reeked of wealth, its marble floors glistening like ice, the chandeliers casting shadows that danced like ghosts on the walls. The attendees were polished, perfect, but underneath their flawless exteriors, they were all playing a game—a game of influence, of deals, and of power.
And then there was J. Cat.
She hadn’t known who he was at first. Not at first glance. But when their eyes met across the crowded ballroom, her heart skipped, and an undeniable thrill shot through her. The air seemed to shift, as though the room had suddenly grown smaller, and the world outside had ceased to exist.
J. Cat stood by the grand staircase, his presence like a dark cloud, an indiscernible yet intoxicating force. 

J. Cat and The First Lady of Power

Her name is Eleanor Stanton, a brilliant, charismatic leader who embodies the hope of millions. But in the shadows, forces of bigotry and fear conspire against her, driven by the deep-seated racism and sexism that have plagued the nation for generations.
As Eleanor’s campaign gains momentum, the threats against her life grow more severe. Her message of equality and justice has ignited both passionate support and dangerous opposition. Extremist groups, political rivals, and dark money-funded operatives see her as a threat to the status quo, and they will stop at nothing to ensure she never reaches the Oval Office.
The stakes have never been higher. The country teeters on the brink of chaos, and with each passing day, Eleanor’s safety becomes more uncertain. The powers that be realize they need someone extraordinary to protect her—someone who can navigate the treacherous waters of political intrigue and defend her against enemies both foreign and domestic.
Enter J. Cat, the enigmatic international agent known for his unmatched skill, unwavering resolve, and a presence that commands respect. A man haunted by his own past, J. Cat is no stranger to the darker side of human nature. His reputation as a no-nonsense operative precedes him, and his track record speaks volumes. He’s a man who gets the job done, no matter the cost.

J. Cat: The Hustler’s Game

It was 1977. The city was alive with neon lights, smoky air, and the beat of funk that echoed from every street corner. The kind of place where the future met the past in a haze of electric colors and broken dreams. The kind of place where you either got ahead, or you got out.
And if you didn’t know J. Cat, you didn’t know nothing.
He didn’t play by the rules of society, or the rules of the street. J. Cat was more than just a man; he was an institution, a myth that crept up in every conversation in the penthouses, the underground clubs, the backroom casinos, and the lavish hotel suites. In a city of cash, cocaine, and chaos, he was a slick operator—a smooth talker with a dangerous streak, and his reputation spread faster than a fire in dry grass.
It wasn't about being the biggest player. No, J. Cat knew the real game was about being the smartest one. And his game was simple: manipulate, control, and walk away clean.