By John Sandford
John Sandford is again along with his dapper, risky Minneapolis deputy police leader Lucas Davenport for a 9th "preyer" assembly. fanatics of the sequence may be pleased to listen to that it's jam-packed with shrewdpermanent suspense and deduction in addition to explosive motion. Davenport and his fellow police officers are nonetheless getting better from the lethal revenge scheme that maimed them in surprising Prey, which turns out to have ended the connection among Lucas and his health care provider girlfriend. This debts for the melancholy that canines him as he's despatched to enquire the killing of most sensible banking government Daniel Kresge in a searching hotel north of Minneapolis. Any of Kresge's 4 fellow hunters--all staff at his Polaris Bank--could have shot him, and all had factors, as did his virtually ex-wife. approximately midway in the course of the publication we discover out who the true killer is, quite a few pages sooner than Lucas does, and that villain is a masterful construction, an instance of the banality of evil important of Hannah Arendt. this is often the place Sandford's superbly honed talents at developing suspense particularly kick in: he retains us involved as Davenport, revitalized by way of an affair with a jaunty colleague, attempts to show what we know into challenging proof.
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The scent of nachos teased me. My fingers itched to pick up a ball, to send it flying down the lane. I loved bowling. I just hadn’t done it in weeks…because of him. Of Aaron. This was where we had our first date. Where we were supposed to be having a date. Right now. A sharp pang stabbed my heart and each thud was like a hammer against my chest. How had things gotten so messed up? Before we started dating—and even during—I used to think of him as Heart Stopper; I’d see his smile and my heart would give one solid thump and then poof, stop.
Are you getting a divorce? Are we becoming a statistic? ” My father let out a startled laugh, erasing the seriousness from his face for at least two full seconds. ” He quickly waved his hands. ” I let out a deep breath and sat back down, eyeing them warily. I wasn’t ready to relax just yet. The ‘nothing like that’ left a lot of ground uncovered. For instance, they could tell me I had been adopted or something. ” I asked. I shouldn’t have. As soon as the words left my mouth, I knew it’d been a mistake.
And then I burst into hysterics, laughing and crying at the same time. It was a silver necklace with a pendent. The pendent was…I couldn’t fathom the words. It was a small silver heart. Shooting through the heart was a single arrow, the tip made of a black stone. Onyx. My heart leaped and I wasn’t sure my ribs could contain it long. “I’m sorry,” I sobbed, the word bubbling out of nowhere. ” It was beautiful and ironic. And I didn’t deserve it. ” The words, spoken so softly, hit me like a lead fist and went straight through my chest to my heart.