Book : Criminal Mischief (a Stone Barrington Novel) - Woods,

-Titulo Original : Criminal Mischief (a Stone Barrington Novel)

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G.P. Putnams Sons

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In this exhilarating new thriller from #1 New York Times bestselling author Stuart Woods, Stone Barrington goes up against an enemy on the run.After a dangerous adventure has him traveling up and down the coast, Stone Barrington is looking forward to some down time at his Manhattan abode. But when an acquaintance alerts him to a hinky plot being hatched across the city, he finds himself eager to pursue justice. After the mastermind behind it all proves more evasive than anyone was expecting, Stone sets out on an international chase to places hes never gone before. With the help of old friends-and alluring new ones-Stone is determined to see the pursuit through to the end, even if it means going up against a foe more unpredictable than he has ever faced... Review Woods fans will get their moneys worth. -Publishers Weekly About the Author Stuart Woods is the author of more than eighty-five novels, including the #1 New York Times-bestselling Stone Barrington series. He is a native of Georgia and began his writing career in the advertising industry. Chiefs, his debut in 1981, won the Edgar Award. An avid sailor and pilot, Woods lives in Florida, Maine, and Connecticut. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. 1 Stone Barrington stood at the bar at P.J. Clarkes, already half a drink ahead of Dino Bacchetti. He and Dino had been NYPD detective partners many moons ago, when they were young and reckless, until it had been suggested by his superiors, with emphasis, that Stones talents lay elsewhere (anywhere but the NYPD) and he had decamped to the law. He already had a law degree from NYU in his pocket, and an old classmate brought him aboard at the firm of Woodman & Weld, while he crammed for the bar exam. Dino had opted for the whole thirty years and now found himself the police commissioner of New York City. They dined together often. Not this evening, though. Stones iPhone buzzed in his pocket, and he reached for it. Its Stone. Its Dino. Its not happening tonight. Big emergency, hands to hold. Tomorrow? Sure, but at Patroon. Im already at Clarkes. At seven. They both hung up. Dumped again? a female voice said from somewhere below him. He or she? He looked down to find a small, dark-haired young woman in a sharp black dress, complete with cleavage, newly perched on a stool he had marked for himself. He, Stone replied. Emergency. Thats what they all say, she said. Does that make you available for a drink? Ive already got one, Stone replied. I havent. What is your pleasure? She swiveled toward the bartender. Knob Creek on the rocks, she said, and it appeared in a flash. She raised her glass to Stone. Your liver, she said. Ill drink to that and yours, too, since you have such good taste in bourbon. Do you possess a name? she asked. And if so, what is it? I do, and it is Stone Barrington. What about you? I do, as well. Tink Dorsey, a gift from my older brother who liked to say that I was no bigger than a Tinker Toy. Im five feet, two inches tall. Wasnt that your next question? Well, no, Stone said. Then 36-C, she said. That would have been your second question. I thought about it, then decided it was more polite notto ask. Ah, an explorer, she said, getting a laugh. In what vineyard do you toil? The law, though my partners often question how hard. Your turn again. Im about six chapters away from being a novelist, she said. Previously I have written only for money. And will again, Im sure. After all, youre only six chapters away. And many miles, she said. Youve just got a slight case of first-novel-itis. A critical case. Youll handle it. Well see. Does your phone call mean youre free for dinner? Yes. How about you? If youre buying. I could not fail to feed a starving writer. He ushered her back to the dining room, where the headwaiter found them a table and menus.