D.C. Dead
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After a shocking loss, Stone Barrington is at loose ends, unsure if he wants to stay in New York and continue his work as a partner at Woodman & Weld. It comes as a welcome relief when he's summoned to Washington, D.C., by President Will Lee. The...
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After a shocking loss, Stone Barrington is at loose ends, unsure if he wants to stay in New York and continue his work as a partner at Woodman & Weld. It comes as a welcome relief when he's summoned to Washington, D.C., by President Will Lee. The president has a special operation that calls for Stone's unique skill set.
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Old friends converge on a new case when Stone Barrington is called to America s capital in this explosive thriller in the #1 New York Times bestselling series.After a shocking loss, Stone Barrington is at loose ends, unsure if he wants to stay in New York and continue his work as a partner at Woodman and Weld. It comes as a welcome relief when he s summoned to Washington, D.C., by President Will Lee. The President has a special operation that calls for Stone s unique skill set, and it s a mission that will reunite him with his former partner in bed and in crime Holly Barker.
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STONE BARRINGTON AND DINO BACCHETTI ENTERED ELAINE S on a Sunday evening, and drinks were brought to them immediately.
They took their usual table, and Elaine came over and sat down. You two are oddly dressed, she said. For you. What s going on?
Oh, Stone said, we delivered our sons to Yale for their freshman year this afternoon, and we re dressed for humping boxes of their gear up to their apartment.
Elaine nodded. So the boys are off?
They re off, Dino said.
No wonder you both look so glum, Elaine said.
Stone looked at Dino. Do I look glum?
Yeah, Dino said.
So do you.
You re empty nesters now, Elaine chortled. Never thought I d see the day.
Stone shook his head. Nine months ago I didn t have a son, at least not one I d ever met. Now I don t have a son again.
Elaine reached over and patted his cheek. You haven t lost a son, she said, you ve gained a college boy. She got up and continued her rounds of the regulars tables.
I guess that s one way to look at it, Stone said. Do you think he ll ever come home again?
Probably not, Dino replied. You ve seen the last of that kid.
Oh, shut up. You re in the same spot.
Nah, Dino said, you re worse off. At least I m not used to having Ben around the house all the time. He s been at prep school for four years, and then his mother yanked him to her place every chance she got. This afternoon, why didn t you raise the subject of visits home?
I thought about it, Stone said, but I was afraid I wouldn t like the answer. After all, the kid s got the money he was paid for his film, which is more than I had a year ago, so he doesn t need me for anything.
He just doesn t need you for buying stuff, Dino pointed out. He still needs a father.
You really think so?
Ben needs me, I m sure of that. Why wouldn t Peter need you, what with his mother dead and all?
He s got Hattie. They re sleeping together, you know.
Dino laughed aloud. No shit? What were you doing your freshman year?
Stone shrugged. Fucking my brains out, if I recall correctly.
Actually, you continued to do that, at least until you and Arrington got married.
Stone managed a smile. If anything, the activity increased after that.
I m getting worried about you, kiddo, Dino said. You re gonna have to get back in the saddle pretty soon or you re gonna forget how.
Yeah, I think about that a lot. It s just that . . . well, it s like not being hungry at dinnertime. I just don t have an appetite.
Dino turned and watched as a very pretty brunette in a short skirt came through the door and took a seat at the bar, crossing her long legs. Doesn t that do anything for you?
Sort of, Stone replied. I mean, I remember what it was like, the way you remember how you roller-skated when you were a kid, but it just isn t all that appealing.
Dino felt for Stone s pulse and looked at his watch. Your vital signs seem normal.
That s something, I guess.
Look who s here, Dino said, nodding toward the door.
Stone turned in time to see a tall redhead in a well-cut pantsuit enter the restaurant. She headed for their table and sat down. Hello, sailors,&
STONE BARRINGTON AND DINO BACCHETTI ENTERED ELAINE S on a Sunday evening, and drinks were brought to them immediately.
They took their usual table, and Elaine came over and sat down. You two are oddly dressed, she said. For you. What s going on?
Oh, Stone said, we delivered our sons to Yale for their freshman year this afternoon, and we re dressed for humping boxes of their gear up to their apartment.
Elaine nodded. So the boys are off?
They re off, Dino said.
No wonder you both look so glum, Elaine said.
Stone looked at Dino. Do I look glum?
Yeah, Dino said.
So do you.
You re empty nesters now, Elaine chortled. Never thought I d see the day.
Stone shook his head. Nine months ago I didn t have a son, at least not one I d ever met. Now I don t have a son again.
Elaine reached over and patted his cheek. You haven t lost a son, she said, you ve gained a college boy. She got up and continued her rounds of the regulars tables.
I guess that s one way to look at it, Stone said. Do you think he ll ever come home again?
Probably not, Dino replied. You ve seen the last of that kid.
Oh, shut up. You re in the same spot.
Nah, Dino said, you re worse off. At least I m not used to having Ben around the house all the time. He s been at prep school for four years, and then his mother yanked him to her place every chance she got. This afternoon, why didn t you raise the subject of visits home?
I thought about it, Stone said, but I was afraid I wouldn t like the answer. After all, the kid s got the money he was paid for his film, which is more than I had a year ago, so he doesn t need me for anything.
He just doesn t need you for buying stuff, Dino pointed out. He still needs a father.
You really think so?
Ben needs me, I m sure of that. Why wouldn t Peter need you, what with his mother dead and all?
He s got Hattie. They re sleeping together, you know.
Dino laughed aloud. No shit? What were you doing your freshman year?
Stone shrugged. Fucking my brains out, if I recall correctly.
Actually, you continued to do that, at least until you and Arrington got married.
Stone managed a smile. If anything, the activity increased after that.
I m getting worried about you, kiddo, Dino said. You re gonna have to get back in the saddle pretty soon or you re gonna forget how.
Yeah, I think about that a lot. It s just that . . . well, it s like not being hungry at dinnertime. I just don t have an appetite.
Dino turned and watched as a very pretty brunette in a short skirt came through the door and took a seat at the bar, crossing her long legs. Doesn t that do anything for you?
Sort of, Stone replied. I mean, I remember what it was like, the way you remember how you roller-skated when you were a kid, but it just isn t all that appealing.
Dino felt for Stone s pulse and looked at his watch. Your vital signs seem normal.
That s something, I guess.
Look who s here, Dino said, nodding toward the door.
Stone turned in time to see a tall redhead in a well-cut pantsuit enter the restaurant. She headed for their table and sat down. Hello, sailors,&
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Autoren-Porträt von Stuart Woods
Stuart Woods is the author of more than eighty-five novels, including the #1 New York Times-bestselling Stone Barrington series. He is a native of Georgia and began his writing career in the advertising industry. Chiefs, his debut in 1981, won the Edgar Award. An avid sailor and pilot, Woods lives in Florida, Maine, and Connecticut.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Stuart Woods
- 2012, 400 Seiten, Maße: 19 x 18,8 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Penguin US
- ISBN-10: 0451237854
- ISBN-13: 9780451237859
- Erscheinungsdatum: 11.09.2012
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
Praise for D.C. DeadAn exciting entry that possibly wraps up one of the longest-running story threads in Woods popular series. Booklist
Engaging...The story line is fast-paced fans of the series still will enjoy D.C. Dead. Midwest Book Review
More Praise for Stuart Woods
Stuart Woods is a no-nonsense, slam-bang storyteller. Chicago Tribune
A world-class mystery writer...I try to put Woods s books down and I can t. Houston Chronicle
Mr. Woods, like his characters, has an appealing way of making things nice and clear. The New York Times
Woods certainly knows how to keep the pages turning. Booklist
Since 1981, readers have not been able to get their fill of Stuart Woods New York Times bestselling novels of suspense. Orlando Sentinel
Woods s Stone Barrington is a guilty pleasure...he s also an addiction that s harder to kick than heroin. Contra Costa Times (California)
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