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Oliver Stone was counting seconds , an exercise that had
always calmed him. And he needed to be calm. He was meeting
with someone tonight. Someone very important. And Stone didn’t quite know how it was going to go. He did know one thing for certain. He was not going to run. He was through running.
Stone had just returned from Divine, Virginia, where Abby
Riker, a woman he’d met, lived. Abby had been the first woman
Stone had feelings for since he’d lost his wife three decades prior. Despite their obvious fondness for one another, Abby would not leave Divine, and Stone could not live there. For better or worse, much of him belonged to this town, even with all the pain it had caused.
That pain might become even more intense. The communication
he’d received an hour after returning home had been explicit. They would come for him at midnight. No debate was allowed, no negotiation suffered through, no chance of any compromise. The party on the other end of the equation always dictated the terms.
A few moments later he stopped counting. Car tires had bitten
into the gravel that lined the entrance to Mt. Zion Cemetery. It was a historical if humble burial site for African Americans who’d gained prominence by fighting for things their white counterparts had always taken for granted, like where to eat, sleep, ride in a bus or use the bathroom. The irony had never been lost on Stone that Mt. Zion rested high above fancy Georgetown. It was not all that long ago that the wealthy folks here only tolerated their darker brethren if they wore a maid’s starched uniform or else were handing
out drinks and finger foods and keeping their obedient gaze on the polished floors.
Car doors opened and car doors closed. Stone counted three
clunks of metal against metal. So a trio. Of men. They wouldn’t send a woman for this, he didn’t think, though that might simply have been the prejudice of his generation.
Glocks or Sigs or perhaps customized models, depending on
whom they’d sent to do the deed. Regardless, the weapons would be chambering efficiently lethal ordnance. The guns would be holstered under nice suit jackets. No black- clad storm troopers rappelling from the skids of go- fast choppers in quaint, well- connected Georgetown. The extraction would be quiet, no important person’s sleep interrupted.
To show respect.
These people had no personal grudge against him. They might
not even know who he was. It was a job. He’d done it, though he’d never knocked beforehand. Surprise and then the millisecond- long pull of a trigger had been his MO.
At least I thought that, because I didn’t have the courage to face the truth.
As a soldier, Stone had never had any qualms about ending the
life of anyone who was trying to terminate his.
This is an excerpt from HELL’S CORNER by David Baldacci. Copyright © 2010 by Columbus Rose, Ltd. Reprinted by permission of Grand Central Publishing, New York, NY. All rights reserved.
Heart-hammering action, shadow conspiracies and international intrigue collide in Hell’s Corner, the thrilling new Camel Club book by #1 New York Times bestselling author David Baldacci.
Is someone trying to kill the American president? The British prime minister? Both? It sure seems that way. After a successful State Dinner at the White House, just as it’s leaving the premises, the British PM’s motorcade is rocked by an explosion. A bomb has been detonated in what seems to be a terrorist plot against one or both world leaders…and Camel Club leader Oliver Stone has a front-seat view of the action.
In the aftermath, British MI5 agent Mary Chapman, an experienced, lethal operative with an agenda of her own, is sent to assist in the American investigation of the incident. As a witness, Stone—along with veteran Secret Service agent Alex Ford, Harry Finn and the rest of the Camel Club—is drawn into the investigation. But as they soon discover, everything is not what it appears to be, and what happened in the park may not have been the actual plan. The mysterious attackers might have another target in their sights…and if the Camel Club is unable to stop them, the results could be catastrophic.
Hardcover Book : 448 pages
Publisher: Hachette Book Group Usa ( November 09, 2010 )
Item #: 13-152054
Product Dimensions: 5.5 x 8.25 x 1.01inches
Product Weight: 16.0 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
Enjoyed it,altho not his best work by any means,somewhat slow.His camel club people are great.
Didn't like this book. Have loved his past books.
Reviewer: Mary R
David Baldacci is wonderfully descriptive and always seems totally knowledgable of the dark underside of the "real" world. While this book did not have as much interaction with the Camel Club as we've come to expect, they always have his back. I've read every novel Baldacci has written and this did not disappoint. I believe authors have the liberty to veer in whichever way depicts their story line and/or their inspirational agenda - his name is, after all, on the cover. Baldacci captured the double-and-triple crosses of the political sect, and how they speak from both sides of their mouths. It is cynical and therefore believable given what we hear and read daily. My only complaint would be that the book was too short - there were sub-plots that could have unfolded with great interest. Perhaps he plans a sequel... Love that Camel Club!
Reviewer: Dox M
not as good as expected from David Baldacci...have read all his books.
I have fallen in love with Baldacci books and the Oliver Stone character. This was such an incredible mystery ride full of twist and turns.It was a real brain twister right up to the very end.The characters are so real and the Lafaytte Park in DC was like you were right there! I felt like I lost my friends when the book ended. I cant wait until another Oliver Stone comes out again.Baldacci really did a fantastic job creating the Camel Club and Oliver Stone!
Reviewer: Elizabeth W