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Book: Righteous Prey (a Prey Novel) - Hardcover

Modelo 93422473
Fabricante o sello G P Putnam S Sons
Peso 0.62 Kg.
Precio:   $95,369.00
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-Titulo Original : Righteous Prey (A Prey Novel)

-Fabricante :

G.P. Putnams Sons

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Product Description Lucas Davenport and Virgil Flowers are up against a powerful vigilante group with an eye on vengeance in this stunning new novel from the #1 New York Times bestselling author. We re going to murder people who need to be murdered. So begins a press release from a mysterious group known only as The Five, shortly after a vicious predator is murdered in San Francisco. The Five is made up of vigilante killers who are very bored...and very rich. They target the worst of society rapists, murderers, and thieves and then use their unlimited resources to offset the damage done by those who they ve killed, donating untraceable Bitcoin to charities and victims via the dark net. The Five soon become popular figures in the media ...though their motives may not be entirely pure. After The Five strike again in the Twin Cities, Virgil Flowers and Lucas Davenport are sent in to investigate. And they soon have their hands full--the killings are smart and carefully choreographed, and with no apparent direct connection to the victims, the killers are virtually untraceable. But if anyone can destroy this group, it will be the dynamic team of Davenport and Flowers. Review The book s strength rests firmly on the rapport between Davenport and Flowers: their pithy dialogue is spiced with the kind of humor that enduring friendships engender. Sandford fans will hope they have a long run as a team.--Publishers Weekly Sandford s characters seem to have limitless unexplored nooks and crannies to their personalities. A solid entry from a writer who consistently gives his readers just what they want.--Booklist In Davenport and Flowers the author has two big, but very different, personalities who bounce off each other brilliantly. Their sharp and witty banter is one of the highlights of this book... And something the author does very well here – it s a trick he s perfected over the years – is to tell the story throughout from the point of view of both the chasers and the chased....He really is master of his craft.--Mystery and Suspense About the Author John Sandford is the pseudonym for the Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist John Camp. He is the author of thirty-one Prey novels; four Kidd novels; twelve Virgil Flowers novels; three YA novels coauthored with his wife, Michele Cook; and three other books. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. One Bitcoin billionaire, amateur art historian, onetime farm boy George Sonnewell sat on a concrete abutment in a sour-milk-smelling alley near Union Square in San Francisco, the cement rough against his jean-clad butt. The night was chilly, a good excuse for the long-sleeved work shirt and nylon Air Force jacket, heavy jeans, and boots, although a neutral observer might have been puzzled by the translucent vinyl gloves he wore on his hands. The clothing had been worn only this once, the better to minimize the transfer of DNA to a murder victim. And he waited, a predator in plaid. Overhead, between the buildings, he could see exactly one star, surrounded by roiling purple nighttime clouds that reflected the kaleidoscope of city lights back to earth. Though he rarely used alcohol, Sonnewell had three-fourths of a jug of Burnetts peach vodka by his hip. Bait. His hands trembled. Nerves, he thought. He was scared, but he was going for it. And here came Duck Wiggins, right on schedule, down the alley that he considered his alley. He spotted Sonnewell and the jug. Wiggins was a battered man, his face a collection of fleshly crevasses, eroded by his years on the street. His beard might almost have been mistaken for religious expression, so twisted and solid with filth it was. Wiggins said, Hey! This is my street, bitch! and a moment later, Whatchagot there? Sonnewell, matching the aggression: What the fuck is it to you? Gimme a taste. Why should I? Wiggins: Give me a taste and Ill blow you. Later. He was lying. He was the top of the food chain, not thi
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