Killer’s Choice by Louis Begley (Jack Dana Book 3)
English | 2019 | Mystery/Thriller | ePUB | 1.3 Mb
Killer’s : Marine-turned-novelist Jack Dana is back in Louis Begley’s most intense, suspenseful, and deadly adventure yet.
With the death of his nemesis, corrupt business mogul Abner Brown, retired Marine Jack Dana thought he could finally return to his peaceful career as a novelist. And after falling hard for Heidi Krohn, the glamorous high-powered lawyer who helped avenge his best friend’s death, Jack is beginning to dream of starting a family of his own.
But dark forces intervene to upend Jack’s comfortable new life. When two of his Uncle Harry’s closest friends are brutally murdered in their own home, Jack swears he will get to the bottom of what could have prompted such a vicious attack. The answers he begins to uncover are shocking. A career criminal, long hidden in the shadows of Abner Brown’s organization, has gone rogue after his benefactor’s death and has made it his mission to get even with the man who ruined Abner: Jack Dana. With the help of his old friends in the CIA, Jack scrambles to bring down this terrifying new threat, and when Heidi and her family are kidnapped, Jack is forced to make the most painful choice of all.
In Killer’s Choice, master stylist Louis Begley returns to Jack’s Upper East Side millieu in full force, reprising familiar characters and introducing memorable new faces, and concluding Jack’s chilling saga with his most violent crescendo to date.
“Give me half an hour, I replied. I’d like to get out of these clothes and take a hot bath. I’ll have breakfast in the kitchen.
Feng’s breakfast menus ranged from orange juice, whole-wheat toast and bitter-orange marmalade, and coffee, through congee with crullers, steamed stuffed buns, and boiled eggs, all the way to what I considered hearty English fare. Usually, I asked him to stick to the whole-wheat-toast solution. That morning I expressed no preference and when I came into the kitchen was greeted by grapefruit juice, coddled eggs and bacon, and croissants (Feng apologized for their having been frozen), and a very large pot of coffee, the aroma of which alone would have sufficed to clear my head. I prevailed on him to make himself some tea—I knew that was the beverage he preferred—and to sit down with me at the table.
It’s an ugly story, Feng, I said, and proceeded to tell him everything, from the telephone call to the end of my conversation with Bruni.
After a moment of silence, Feng spoke.
I believe Mr. Bruni is right. We will have to be very careful. These are dangerous people. I believe they will try to harm you.
But why, Feng? I asked. What is the reason you think they are after me?
It’s that telephone call, sir. It was made for a purpose. To tell you that something like it could happen to you. If I may make a request, sir, please let me drive you out to White Plains and bring you back home.
I made an effort to clear the cobwebs from my brain.”