Level 26 - Dark Origins, English edition
(Sprache: Englisch)
The Dark Origins series centers around a rogue serial-killer hunter. Steve Dark is head of a highly secret and incredibly skilled black ops element within the U.S. government, which is tasked with finding and bringing to justice the most brutal and horrific murderers in the world.
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The Dark Origins series centers around a rogue serial-killer hunter. Steve Dark is head of a highly secret and incredibly skilled black ops element within the U.S. government, which is tasked with finding and bringing to justice the most brutal and horrific murderers in the world.
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Prologuethe gift
Rome, Italy
The monster was holed up somewhere in the church, andthe agent knew he finally had him.
He removed his boots as quietly as he could andplaced them beneath the wooden table in the vestibule. Theboots were rubber soled, but even those could make some noiseon the marble floors. So far, the monster didn't know he wasbeing followed-as far as the agent could tell.
The agent had been chasing the monster for three years. Therewere no photos of the monster, no physical evidence at all. Catchinghim was like trying to capture a wisp of smoke in your fist. The forceof your action would cause it to dissipate and re-form elsewhere.
The hunt had taken him all over the world: Germany. Israel.Japan. The United States. And now here, Rome, inside a seventeenth-centurybaroque-style church christened Mater Dolorosa, whichwas Latin for "sorrowful mother."
The name fit. The interior of the church was gloomy. With hisgun in a two-hand grip, the agent moved as silentlyas possiblealong the yellowed walls.
A notice posted on the church door said it was closed to thepublic for renovations. The agent knew enough Italian to understandthat the four-hundred-year-old fresco on the interior domeof the church was being restored.
Scaffolding. Gloom. Shadows. It was a natural habitat for themonster. No wonder he'd chosen it, despite its being a sacredplace of worship.
The agent had come to understand that the monster knew noboundaries. Even in times of war, churches and temples wereconsidered places of sanctuary-safe havens for those seeking thecomfort of God during their darkest hours.
And as the agent made his way around the metal poles andunderside of the scaffolding, he knew the monster was here. Hecould feel it.
The agent was no believer in the supernatural; he did not claimto have psychic abilities. But the longer he hunted the monster, themore he found that he was able to tune in to his savage wavelength.This gift brought the agent
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closer thanany other investigatorto catching the monster-but it came at a cost. The more hetuned his brain in to the monster's insanity, the more he lost touchwith what it was like to be sane. He had recently begun to wonderwhether his single-minded pursuit might soon kill him. He'd discardedthe thought.
His focus had returned when the agent saw the most recentvictim, just a few blocks away. The sight of the blood, the tornskin, the viscera steaming in the cool night air, and the marbledbeads of fat hanging from exposed muscles would later send thefirst responders outside to vomit. Not the agent, who had kneltdown and felt a thrilling burst of adrenaline when he touched thebody through the thick latex of his examiner's gloves and realizedit was still warm.
It meant the monster was nearby.
The agent knew he wouldn't have gone far; the monster loved to hide himself and enjoy the aftermath of his work. He had evenbeen known to secret himself within the scene while law enforcementcursed his name.
So the agent had stepped into the small courtyard near thevictim's body and let his mind wander. No deductive logic, noreasoned guesses, no gut, no hunch. Instead the agent thought: Iam the monster; where do I go?
The agent had scanned the rooftops, then saw the glitteringdome and knew immediately. There. I'd go there. There was not aseed of doubt in the agent's mind. This would end tonight.
Now he was moving silently among the wooden pews and themetal poles of the scaffolding, gun drawn, all of his physical senseson high alert. The monster might be smoke, but even smoke hada look, a scent, a taste.
The monster stared down at the top of his hunter's head. He waspositioned on the underside of a paint-splattered wooden plank,clinging to the gaps between the wood with his skinny, strongfingers and equally powerful toes.
He almost wanted his hunter to look up.
His focus had returned when the agent saw the most recentvictim, just a few blocks away. The sight of the blood, the tornskin, the viscera steaming in the cool night air, and the marbledbeads of fat hanging from exposed muscles would later send thefirst responders outside to vomit. Not the agent, who had kneltdown and felt a thrilling burst of adrenaline when he touched thebody through the thick latex of his examiner's gloves and realizedit was still warm.
It meant the monster was nearby.
The agent knew he wouldn't have gone far; the monster loved to hide himself and enjoy the aftermath of his work. He had evenbeen known to secret himself within the scene while law enforcementcursed his name.
So the agent had stepped into the small courtyard near thevictim's body and let his mind wander. No deductive logic, noreasoned guesses, no gut, no hunch. Instead the agent thought: Iam the monster; where do I go?
The agent had scanned the rooftops, then saw the glitteringdome and knew immediately. There. I'd go there. There was not aseed of doubt in the agent's mind. This would end tonight.
Now he was moving silently among the wooden pews and themetal poles of the scaffolding, gun drawn, all of his physical senseson high alert. The monster might be smoke, but even smoke hada look, a scent, a taste.
The monster stared down at the top of his hunter's head. He waspositioned on the underside of a paint-splattered wooden plank,clinging to the gaps between the wood with his skinny, strongfingers and equally powerful toes.
He almost wanted his hunter to look up.
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Autoren-Porträt von Anthony E. Zuiker
Anthony E. Zuiker is the creator and executive producer of the most watched television show in the world, CSI: Crime Scene Investigation . He produces all three editions of the CSI franchise, and lives in Las Vegas and Los Angeles.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Anthony E. Zuiker
- 2009, 416 Seiten, Maße: 16,2 x 23,2 cm, Gebunden, Englisch
- Verlag: Dutton
- ISBN-10: 0525951253
- ISBN-13: 9780525951254
Sprache:
Englisch
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