Book : Shadow Prey (a Prey Novel) - Sandford, John

-Titulo Original : Shadow Prey (a Prey Novel)

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G.P. Putnams Sons

-Descripcion Original:

A series of ritualistic murders committed across the United States draws Lucas Davenport into an unimaginable conspiracy of revenge in this “classic”(Boston Globe) thriller in the #1 New York Times bestselling series. A slumlord butchered in Minneapolis...A rising political star executed in Manhattan...A judge slashed to death in Oklahoma City... Each victim has a history of bad behavior, but the only thing the killings have in common is the murder weapon-a Native American ceremonial knife-and a trail of blood that leads to an embodiment of evil known only as Shadow Love. Recruited to be the lethal hand of a terrorist campaign, Shadow Love has his own bloody agenda, one he will do anything to achieve. Enlisted to find him are Minneapolis police lieutenant Lucas Davenport and New York City police officer Lily Rothenburg. But despite the countrywide carnage they needn’t look far. Because Shadow Love is right behind them. Review Praise for John Sandford’s Prey Novels “Relentlessly swift...genuinely suspenseful...excellent.”- Los Angeles Times “Sandford is a writer in control of his craft.”- Chicago Sun-Times “Excellent.. pelling...everything works.”- USA Today “Grip-you-by-the-throat thrills...a hell of a ride.”- Houston Chronicle “Crackling, page-turning tension...great scary fun.”- The New York Daily News “Enough pulse-pounding, page-turning excitement to keep you up way past bedtime.” -Minneapolis Star Tribune “One of the most engaging characters in contemporary fiction.”- Detroit News “Positively chilling.”- St. Petersburg Times “Just right for fans of The Silence of the Lambs.”- Booklist “One of the most horrible villains this side of Hannibal.” -Richmond Times-Dispatch “Ice-pick chills...excruciatingly tense...a double-pumped roundhouse of a thriller.” -Kirkus Reviews About the Author John Sandford is the pseudonym for the Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist John Camp. He is the author of the Prey novels, the Kidd novels, the Virgil Flowers novels, and six other books, including three YA novels co-authored with his wife Michele Cook. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. In the Beginning . . . They were in a service alley, tucked between two Dumpsters.Carl Reed, a beer can in his hand, kept watch. LarryClay peeled the drunk Indian girl, tossing her clothes on thefloor of the backseat, wedging himself between her legs.The Indian started to howl. “Christ, she sounds like afuckin’ coon- dog,” said Reed, a Kentucky boy. “She’s tight,” Clay grunted. Reed laughed and said,“Hurry up,” and lobbed his empty beer can toward one of theDumpsters. It clattered off the side and fell into the alley. Clay was in full gallop when the girl’s howl pitched up,reaching toward a scream. He put one big hand over her faceand said, “Shut up, bitch,” but he liked it. A minute later hefinished and crawled off. Reed slipped off his gunbelt and dumped it on top of thecar behind the light bar. Clay was in the alley, staring downat himself. “Look at the fuckin’ blood,” he said. “God damn,” Reed said, “you got yourself a virgin.” Heducked into the backseat and said, “Here comes Daddy. . . .” The squad car’s only radios were police- band, so Clay andReed carried a transistor job that Reed had bought in a PXin Vietnam. Clay took it out, turned it on and hunted forsomething decent. An all- news station was babbling aboutRobert Kennedy’s challenging Lyndon Johnson. Clay keptturning and finally found a country station playing “Odeto Billy Joe.” “You about done?” he asked, as the Bobbie Gentry songtrickled out into the alley. “Just . . . fuckin’ . . . hold on . . .” Reed said. The Indian girl wasn’t saying anything. When Reed finished, Clay was back in uniform. Theytook a few seconds to get some clothes on the girl. “Take her, or leave her?” Reed asked. The girl was sitting in the alley, dazed, surrounded bydiscarded advertis