The Goodbye Man
(Sprache: Englisch)
In this twisty thriller from the New York Times bestselling master of suspense, reward-seeker Colter Shaw infiltrates a sinister cult after learning that the only way to get somebody out . . . is to go in.
In the wilderness of Washington State, expert...
In the wilderness of Washington State, expert...
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In this twisty thriller from the New York Times bestselling master of suspense, reward-seeker Colter Shaw infiltrates a sinister cult after learning that the only way to get somebody out . . . is to go in.In the wilderness of Washington State, expert tracker Colter Shaw has located two young men accused of a terrible hate crime. But when his pursuit takes a shocking and tragic turn, Shaw becomes desperate to discover what went so horribly wrong and if he is to blame.
Shaw's search for answers leads him to a shadowy organization that bills itself as a grief support group. But is it truly it a community that consoles the bereaved? Or a dangerous cult with a growing body count?
Undercover, Shaw joins the mysterious group, risking everything despite the fact that no reward is on offer. He soon finds that some people will stop at nothing to keep their secrets hidden . . . and to make sure that he or those close to him say "goodbye" forever.
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1.June 11, 2 p.m.
Seconds to decide.
Swerve left? Swerve right?
A steep drop into brush? Or a narrow shoulder that ends in a cliff wall?
Left.
Instinct.
Colter Shaw spun the wheel of the rental Kia sedan hard, braking intermittently-he couldn't afford a skid. The vehicle, which had been doing forty along this stretch in high mountains, plunged into foliage, narrowly missing a collision with the boulder that had tumbled down a steep hillside and rolled into the middle of the road before him. Shaw thought the sound of a two-hundred-pound piece of rock rolling through brush and over gravel would be more dramatic; the transit was virtually silent.
Left was the correct choice.
Had he gone right, the car would have slammed into a granite outcropping hidden by tall, beige grass.
Shaw, who spent much time assessing the percentage likelihood of harm when making professional decisions, nonetheless knew that sometimes you simply had to roll the dice, and see what happened.
No air bags, no injury. He was, however, trapped inside the Kia. To his left was a sea of mahonia, otherwise known as Oregon grape, benign names both, belying the plant's needle-sharp spikes that can penetrate cloth on their effortless way into skin. Not an option for an exit. The passenger side was better, blocked only by insubstantial cinquefoil, in cheerful June bloom, yellow, and a tangle of forsythia.
Shaw shoved the right-side door open again and again, pushing back the viney plants. As he did this, he noted that the attacker's timing had been good. Had the weapon fallen sooner, Shaw could easily have braked. Any later, he'd have been past it and still on his way.
And a weapon it must have been.
Washington State certainly was home to
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earthquakes and seismic activity of all sorts but there'd been no recent shivering in the vicinity. And rocks that are this big usually stay put unless they're leveraged off intentionally-in front of, or onto, cars driven by men in pursuit of an armed fleeing felon.
After doffing his brown plaid sport coat, Shaw began to leverage himself through the gap between door and frame. He was in trim fit, as one who climbs mountainsides for recreation will be. Still, the opening was only fourteen or so inches, and he was caught. He would shove the door open, retreat, then shove once more. The gap slowly grew wider.
He heard a rustling in the brush across the road. The man who'd tipped the rock into Shaw's path was now scrabbling down the hillside and pressing through the dense growth toward Shaw, who struggled further to free himself. He saw a glint in the man's hand. A pistol.
The son of a survivalist and in a manner of speaking a survivalist himself, Shaw knew myriad ways of cheating death. On the other hand, he was a rock climber, a dirt bike fanatic, a man with a profession that set him against killers and escaped prisoners who'd stop at nothing to stay free. The smoke of death wafted everywhere around him, constantly. But it wasn't that finality that troubled him. In death, you had no reckoning. Far worse would be a catastrophic injury to the spine, to the eyes, the ears. Crippling his body, darkening the world or muting it forever.
In his youth, Shaw was called "the restless one" among his siblings. Now, having grown into a self-professed Restless Man, he knew that such incapacity would be pure hell.
He continued to squeeze.
Almost out.
Come on, come on . . .
Yes!
No.
Just as he was about to break free, his wallet, in the left rear pocket of his black jeans, caught.
The attacker stopped, leaning through the brush, and lifted the pistol. Shaw heard it cock. A revolver.
And a big one. When it fired, th
After doffing his brown plaid sport coat, Shaw began to leverage himself through the gap between door and frame. He was in trim fit, as one who climbs mountainsides for recreation will be. Still, the opening was only fourteen or so inches, and he was caught. He would shove the door open, retreat, then shove once more. The gap slowly grew wider.
He heard a rustling in the brush across the road. The man who'd tipped the rock into Shaw's path was now scrabbling down the hillside and pressing through the dense growth toward Shaw, who struggled further to free himself. He saw a glint in the man's hand. A pistol.
The son of a survivalist and in a manner of speaking a survivalist himself, Shaw knew myriad ways of cheating death. On the other hand, he was a rock climber, a dirt bike fanatic, a man with a profession that set him against killers and escaped prisoners who'd stop at nothing to stay free. The smoke of death wafted everywhere around him, constantly. But it wasn't that finality that troubled him. In death, you had no reckoning. Far worse would be a catastrophic injury to the spine, to the eyes, the ears. Crippling his body, darkening the world or muting it forever.
In his youth, Shaw was called "the restless one" among his siblings. Now, having grown into a self-professed Restless Man, he knew that such incapacity would be pure hell.
He continued to squeeze.
Almost out.
Come on, come on . . .
Yes!
No.
Just as he was about to break free, his wallet, in the left rear pocket of his black jeans, caught.
The attacker stopped, leaning through the brush, and lifted the pistol. Shaw heard it cock. A revolver.
And a big one. When it fired, th
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Autoren-Porträt von Jeffery Deaver
Jeffery Deaver is the #1 international bestselling author of more than forty novels, three collections of short stories, and a nonfiction law book. His books are sold in 150 countries and translated into 25 languages. His first novel featuring Lincoln Rhyme, The Bone Collector, was made into a major motion picture starring Denzel Washington and Angelina Jolie. He's received or been shortlisted for a number of awards around the world, including Novel of the Year by the International Thriller Writers and the Steel Dagger from the Crime Writers' Association in the United Kingdom. In 2014, he was the recipient of three lifetime achievement awards. A former journalist, folksinger, and attorney, he was born outside of Chicago and has a bachelor of journalism degree from the University of Missouri and a law degree from Fordham University.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Jeffery Deaver
- 2021, Internationale Ausgabe, 528 Seiten, Masse: 10,5 x 16,9 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Penguin Random House
- ISBN-10: 0593332636
- ISBN-13: 9780593332634
- Erscheinungsdatum: 17.03.2021
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
Jeffery Deaver has more ideas for getting people in and out of tight spots than Carter has liver pills. --New York Times Book ReviewOne of Bookpage's "Most Anticipated Mysteries and Thrillers" of 2020
[An] outstanding sequel to 2019 s The Never Game Deaver balances suspense and plausibility perfectly This is a perfect jumping-on point for readers new to one of today s top contemporary thrillers writers. --Publishers Weekly (starred)
The second Colter Shaw novel is even better than the first It s no surprise that the story has a lot of moving parts and just the right amount of twists and turns (Deaver s reputation as a master of the corkscrewing plot is well earned), and fans of the author s Lincoln Rhyme and Kathryn Dance novels will note the same attention to character construction and natural-sounding dialogue here. Colter Shaw seems certain to become an enduring series lead. --Booklist (starred)
The Goodbye Man features Deaver at his level best, wielding his computer keyboard like a magic wand to dazzle us. This is superb thriller writing, as compulsively readable as it is masterfully structured."--Milford Daily News
[A] gripping and ingenious tale of greed and deception in the American wilderness --The Times (UK)
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