In the aftermath of 9-11, New York City is attacked again. Foxley,
a code-named detective on the verge of retirement, is sent by the
mayor to Europe on one last unofficial assignment. He must track
down those responsible for a suicide bombing that destroyed a
police stationhouse. In Paris, he meets a beautiful Anglo-Caribbean
ad executive and the duo pursue an action-packed quest through the
streets of Paris, Bosnia and Marseille. Only when the pair find
their target does Foxley learn of a catastrophic terrorist plot
against the United States - and the true nature of his mission. The
man came up the steps of the precinct stationhouse. He was alone.
He walked straight into the lobby without looking around and went
up to the plexiglas enclosed reception desk. A uniformed police
officer passed him on the way out, and there were two civilians, a
woman and her young daughter, seated in the waiting area which was
behind a locked door with a large wire-reinforced window pane in
the center. The man watched the police officer as he passed and
joined a group of other cops standing on the steps outside. It was
the beginning of the tour, as luck would have it. Other than the
female police aide sitting on the other side of the plexiglas
barrier, no one was near him. It was late afternoon and the
four-by-twelve tour was going on duty and the daytime eight-by-four
had already left, heading home or to their favorite watering hole.
The summer sun splayed through the entrance doors and as he
approached, the man's shadow suddenly silhouetted the police aide,
causing her to look up. When she did, she saw him unzip the front
of his blue ski parka and reach inside. Why the hell is he wearing
a ski parka in August in downtown Brooklyn, New York City, she
wondered. It was the last question of her life and in the
micro-second before the blast blew the reception area into rubble,
her mind registered this knowledge. Then her eyes were filled with
dazzling light followed by complete darkness. The explosion blew in
the window, severing the police aide's head and collapsing the
ceiling, burying what was left of her and the man in a pile of
concrete and plaster rubble. The steel door to the waiting area was
hurled completely across the room, landing against the far wall.
The woman and her daughter had the misfortune of being in its path.
One of the young girl's arms lay on the floor. There was no sight
of the rest of her or her mother. Then, as if in slow motion, the
steel door slid to the floor and a bright red puddle came into
view. The woman and the girl lay in its middle, two pairs of dead
unseeing eyes staring up at the ceiling, at nothing in particular.
At me. "Rewind the tape," Parcell said. The detective manning the
video equipment hit the rewind button on the VCR and we listened to
the soft hum as the tape moved backward. Parcell was standing on my
right, rubbing his face and stretching. I stayed sitting. The only
other detective in the room was Eileen Ryan; the VCR operator was
Cutrone. It had been a long night and the conference room stank of
sweat and stale coffee. We were all tired but we weren't going
anywhere. When the VCR digital counter reached the number where the
bombing sequence began, Cutrone hit the stop button. "Ready to roll
- again," he said. These were the first words he had spoken since
we came into the conference room three hours ago, but then Cutrone
was the quiet type anyway, which was good because what we had been
watching didn't make for light conversation. Parcell was squeezing
the rubber handball he always carried with him, causing the eagle
tattoo on his forearm to flap its wings, wishing that he could work
the dumbbells he kept in his desk, I figured, but he knew better
than to drag them up here to the chief's conference room. I was two
weeks short of retirement and I had no idea why I was here. The
tape started running again and the man walked up the stationhouse
steps while staring strai
General
Imprint: |
X Libris
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Country of origin: |
United States |
Release date: |
October 2007 |
First published: |
October 2007 |
Authors: |
Stan Trybulski
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Dimensions: |
229 x 152 x 21mm (L x W x T) |
Format: |
Hardcover - Sewn / Cloth over boards / With dust jacket
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Pages: |
296 |
ISBN-13: |
978-1-4257-8113-2 |
Categories: |
Books >
Fiction >
Genre fiction >
Adventure / thriller >
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LSN: |
1-4257-8113-6 |
Barcode: |
9781425781132 |
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