Book : Foul Play (a Stone Barrington Novel) - Woods, Stuart

-Titulo Original : Foul Play (a Stone Barrington Novel)

-Fabricante :

G.P. Putnams Sons

-Descripcion Original:

In the latest action-packed thriller from #1 New York Times bestselling author Stuart Woods, Stone Barrington faces down a persistent rival.Stone Barrington is nearing his New York City abode when he stumbles into trouble. As it turns out, a new client is in danger-and with both business and the safety of the city at stake, he has no choice but to get involved. When it soon becomes clear that a complicated scheme is being hatched, Stone will need to use his expertise and connections to unravel the clever plot. Though the source remains unknown, it’s just a matter of time before he and Stone must each show their hands. From ritzy Manhattan high-rises to the lush serenity of the Connecticut countryside, the game of cat and mouse can end with only one victor…. Review Enjoyable...This is a good entry point for newcomers to this long-running series.--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. ONEStone Barrington was headed down Second Avenue in the heaviest rain he could remember. Fortunately, he was in a taxi. He was also about a third of a block from his street. The traffic on the cross street had come to a complete halt, and thus, so had Second Avenue, and Stone had an appointment with a new client in five minutes.I think Id better get out here, he said to the driver.Whats that? I cant hear you. The rain was hammering on the cabs roof, making a horrific noise.Im going to get out! Stone shouted, shoving some money through the plexiglass screen.Youre gonna drown! the driver shouted.I have an umbrella! Stone shouted back, opening the rear door. He stuck the umbrella out first and got it open, then he stepped into the street and kicked the door shut behind him. He was ankle deep in water, but he made it to the sidewalk, which was marginally better.As he rounded the corner, the traffic on the cross street suddenly began to move, and turning onto his street, he looked up the block and saw a man kicking something on the sidewalk. His vision was not helped by the rain, but it looked as though a dog was being abused. Stone simultaneously started to trot and close his umbrella, wrapping the tab around it and securing it, while the rain began drumming on his hat. Then he realized that the lump on the sidewalk was a man.Hey! Stone shouted at the kicker. The man looked up at him; he was wearing a ski mask. Stone ran at him-giving little thought to the size of the man, which was large-and drew back the umbrella. He swung at the man, connecting with his left arm, near the shoulder, and heard a shout of pain. The umbrella was golf-sized and had a thick wooden shaft, topped by a heavy, brierwood curved handle. Stone swung again, aiming at the head. The handle caught the man on the chin, but not solidly, since he was now withdrawing.Stone thought of pursuing him, but the man on the ground let out a loud groan, gaining Stones attention. He opened the umbrella and held it over the victim. Can you hear me? Stone shouted.Yes, the man said, nodding. Blood was being washed off his face by the rain.If I help you, can you get up?Maybe.Stone held out his left hand, and the man grabbed it and struggled to his feet. Hold on to my arm, Stone said. Its just a few doors. They shuffled up the street together, taking small steps. At the door, Stone found he couldnt ring the bell without letting go of the umbrella, so that was what he did. He leaned on the bell and heard a continuous ringing.A moment later, Joan Robertson, his secretary, opened the door, sized up the situation, and took the man of