The Fury - Jason Pinter [0]
THE STOLEN
"A captivating and complex protagonist, one whose pithy
observations about New York are dead-on. Pinter's chunky
plot, rapid pacing and credible dialogue do the rest."
-- Publishers Weekly
"This thriller proves truly scary
as it explores every parent's worst nightmare."
-- Library Journal
"[An] exciting whodunit... Fans will appreciate this
entertaining suspense thriller with the right touch of
sexual tension to augment a fine read."
-- Midwest Book Review
THE GUILTY
"[A] suspenseful and shocking tale."
-- Library Journal
"A captivating and thought-provoking read and thoroughly
enjoyable. One of the great new voices in the genre."
-- CrimeSpree magazine
"[A] fresh tale with original characters...
Pinter knows what he's doing."
-- South Florida Sun-Sentinel
"A fabulous thriller...
will prove to be one of the best of the year."
-- Midwest Book Review
"Well-executed gritty action..."
-- Lincoln Journal-Star
THE MARK
"Pinter's a wizard at punching out page-turning action,
and the voice of his headstrong protagonist is sure to win
readers over; his wild ride should thrill any suspense junky."
-- Publishers Weekly
"From the opening sentence to the exhilarating conclusion,
Pinter's debut thriller gets the reader's heart racing."
-- Library Journal [starred review]
"An excellent debut.
You are going to love Henry Parker, and you're going to hope
he survives the story, but you're not going to bet on it."
--Lee Child
"[Pinter] dares to take the traditional thriller
in bold new directions."
--Tess Gerritsen
"A harrowing journey--chilling, compelling, disquieting."
--Steve Berry
"A stunning debut by a major new talent!"
--James Rollins
"It's 'Front Page' meets 'The Sopranos'
with a little Scorsese thrown in."
--Jeffery Deaver
"A top-notch debut... Fast-paced, gritty and often raw,
The Mark is a tale you won't soon forget."
--Michael Palmer
"A gripping page-turner you won't be able to stop reading."
--James Patterson
(r)
To Joe Veltre and Linda McFall
For yesterday, today and tomorrow. Thank you.
Beware the fury of a patient man.
--John Dryden
1
At nine in the morning, the offices of the New York
Gazette are quiet. Reporters read the morning papers,
prepare to call their sources and blink off hangovers
over steaming cups of coffee. Today, however, it was a
different kind of quiet. The kind of quiet where
everyone seems to be waiting for the roof to cave in, or
the floor to suddenly give way and fall out from under
you.
Every morning I would swipe my ID card, wave
hello to the security guards who'd gradually warmed to
me over the years and wait for the elevator with lots of
other people who also looked like they'd rather still be
in bed. I would exit the elevators at the twelfth floor,
passing the receptionist, always too busy to acknowl
edge staffers, and walk to my desk. The offices of the
New York Gazette towered over Rockefeller Center,
giving me a panoramic view of one of the busiest streets
in the city. Yet when I navigated the mess of chairs and
debris and entered the cubicle farm on this day, I noticed
the other journalists who shared my row were nowhere
to be seen. There were no faces hunched far too close
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to computer screens, no whispered chats about the ump
teenth death knell sounded for our industry. No report
ers haggling over verb usage and tense like it was a
matter of life or death. It seemed every day across our
industry there were more layoffs, more cutbacks, more
reasons to fear the end. And it had been drilled repeat
edly into us by our corporate overlords and the media
that if the sickle wasn't already lancing the air above
our heads, it was in the midst of being lowered into
place.
I couldn't worry about that. Still a few years shy of
thirty, it had been my lifelong ambition to work at a pre
stigious, thriving newspaper. And while one could
debate whether the Gazette was thriving, in my short
time here I'd had the chance to work alongside some of
the greats,