By Jeffery Deaver
It's New Year's Eve, December 31, 1999, and Washington, D.C., is less than siege. Early within the day, a grisly desktop gun assault within the Dupont Circle Metro station leaves dozens useless and the town crippled with worry. A notice dropped at the mayor's workplace pins the bloodbath at the Digger, a robotlike murderer programmed to wreak havoc at the capital each 4 hours -- till hour of darkness. just a ransom of $20 million brought to the Digger's companion -- and mastermind -- will finish the demise and terror. however the Digger turns into a much more sinister possibility whilst his partner is killed in a freak coincidence whereas en path to the cash drop. With the ransom word because the unmarried scrap of proof, specific Agent Margaret Lukas calls upon Parker Kincaid, a retired FBI agent and the pinnacle forensic record examiner within the nation. someway, by way of dead night, they need to locate the Digger -- ahead of he unearths them.
In The Devil's Teardrop, Jeffery Deaver promises an identical complex forensic aspect, masterful plot twists and harrowing breakneck velocity that made A Maiden's Grave, The Bone Collector and The Coffin Dancer nationwide bestsellers. The Devil's Teardrop is destined to proceed Jeffery Deaver's bestselling song list and thrill his legions of fanatics all over the world.
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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.