Ocean Prey by John Sandford (English) Paperback Book

Description: Ocean Prey by John Sandford Contains an authors note and an excerpt of "The investigator." FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description Fan-favorite heroes Lucas Davenport and Virgil Flowers join forces on a deadly maritime case in the remarkable new novel from #1 New York Times-bestselling author John Sandford.An off-duty Coast Guardsman is fishing with his family when he calls in some suspicious behavior from a nearby boat. Its a snazzy craft, slick and outfitted with extra horsepower, and is zipping along until it slows to pick up a surfaced diver . . . a diver who was apparently alone, without his own boat, in the middle of the ocean. None of it makes sense unless theres something hinky going on, and his hunch is proved right when all three Guardsmen who come out to investigate are shot and killed.Theyre federal officers killed on the job, which means the case is the FBIs turf. When the FBIs investigation stalls out, they call in Lucas Davenport. And when his case turns lethal, Davenport will need to bring in every asset he can claim, including a detective with a fundamentally criminal mind: Virgil Flowers. Author Biography John Sandford is the pseudonym for the Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist John Camp. He is the author of twenty-nine Prey novels; four Kidd novels; twelve Virgil Flowers novels; three YA novels coauthored with his wife, Michele Cook; and three other books. Review "Entertaining. . . Fans will enjoy seeing the two old buddies and their cohorts wading into dangerous [sic] waters."—Publishers Weekly Review Quote "Entertaining. . . Fans will enjoy seeing the two old buddies and their cohorts wading into dangerous [sic] waters."-- Publishers Weekly Excerpt from Book The Muggers Lucas Davenport used his phones flashlight to illuminate the cut through the knee-high wall, and from there, to the path that led down to Fort Lauderdale Beach. Early-morning traffic down Beach Boulevard was quiet, the subdued hum of small SUVs and sedans. The cars turning left off Sunrise Boulevard played their headlights across his back as he walked, throwing his shadow on the white sand. Out on the Atlantic, he could see a bare hint of the coming dawn. Lucas walked across the sand until he was a dozen feet from the water, where the smell of seaweed pressed against his face like a hand. He sat down, took off his shoes and socks. He sat there for a while, as the eastern horizon grew brighter. Not much was going through his head-the light, the smell of the seaweed, the sound of salt water breaking up the beach. A breeze sprang up with the dawn, but was barely strong enough to push the six-inch rollers ashore. After a while, he noticed that the world was beginning to light up. His phone rang. He dug it out of his jacket pocket and turned it off without answering, or even looking at it. At some point, the rim of the sun broke the edge of the horizon, a brilliant arc throwing rippling orange slashes across the water. A sportfishing boat went by, a half mile out. Then the muggers showed up. Two men, one Anglo, one Hispanic, both thin, dark-haired, wearing worn dark clothing, their faces weathered from life on the street, like driftwood boards. Lucas knew they were muggers by the way they approached, a certain crablike walk, a phony confidence, an attitude that could turn in a moment from friendliness to naked aggression and then possibly to retreat, if Lucas should turn out to be something unexpected. They checked him out, a guy in a sport coat barefoot on the sand, maybe shaking off a drunk? A gold watch on the left wrist, right hand in his lap. He looked at them and said, "Hey, guys." The Anglo said, "Nice watch you got." Lucas: "Got it from my wife for my birthday. A Patek Philippe. Twenty-eight thousand dollars, if you can believe that. I told her we should have sponsored some hungry kids somewhere. She said that we already did that and I should have some nice things." The guy in back stopped and hooked his friends elbow to slow down his approach; the feral sense that something was not right. "You okay?" the lead mugger asked. Lucas said, "No." He slipped his right hand out of his lap, and held it straight up in front of his nose; he was gripping a black Walther PPQ. One of the muggers said, "Whoa." "Why were you guys going to mug me? Dont bullshit me, tell me the truth," Lucas said. "You gonna stick something in your arm? Stick something up your nose? Or what?" They stuttered around for a moment, looking like they might run, but there was no place to hide on the empty beach and running through the sand would be slow. Much slower than a bullet. The Anglo guy said, "Mostly looking for something to eat. Aint had nothing to eat since yesterday morning." "Okay." Lucas sat motionless for a few seconds, the muzzle of the gun straight up to the sky, between his hands, as though he were praying, and then he fished in his jacket pocket for his wallet, extracted a bill, folded it into quarters, and tossed it across the sand. "Pick it up," he said. The Anglo looked at his friend, then eased carefully forward, stopped, and picked up the bill. "Fifty bucks." "Fifty bucks," Lucas said. "Go get something to eat." They backed away, watching him, then turned and moved away more quickly. Before they were out of earshot, Lucas called, "Hey. Guys." They stopped and looked back. "When I get up from here and walk down the beach, if I see you jumping someone, Ill fuckin kill both of you. You understand?" The Hispanic guy said, "Yes, sir." And the two of them hotfooted it down the beach path to the street and out of sight. Lucas looked back out at the ocean. The sun was halfway above the horizon now, the orange burning off, going to yellow. Another day. Wasnt going to be a good one. July Chapter One Five years earlier, the high school guidance counselor sat Barney Hall down and said, "Barney, youre bright enough, but youre not college material. Not yet." He was looking over Halls standard test scores and other accumulated records from thirteen years in the Lower Cape May Regional School District. "Youre not mature for your age. If you hadnt been sent to detention once a week, you wouldnt have done any studying at all." Hall was a cheerful, good-looking, middle-sized kid with broad shoulders and bright white teeth, who must have said a hundred times in his life, "Watch this-and hey, hold my beer, willya?" He had a girlfriend named Sue, whom hed known since fourth grade, who was happy to hold his beer, most of the time, and then apply the bandages afterward. Hall worked after school and all summers as a mechanic in his dads yacht salvage yard, or junkyard, depending on who was doing the talking. "Im trying to do better, sir," he told the counselor. "Dont bullshit me, son. Would I be correct in believing that you were drinking beer at Toby Joness wedding last weekend and got drunk and fell off the dock and damn near drowned?" "Im a good swimmer, sir. There was no danger." "Thats not the point, Barney. Anyway, if you want to do anything in life, you need to get serious, and right quick. Knowing you, looking at these records, Im thinking your best course would be the military. The military would give you responsibility from day one. If you dont come through, theyll slap your ass in the brig. You need that discipline. Mind, Im not saying the Marine Corps. Youre way too smart for that." "I wasnt thinking college, not right away," Hall said. "Ive been talking with Sue, and . . . how about the Coast Guard, sir? Therere some Coasties that hang out at my dads place and I like listening to them talk. Ive been on the water and working on boats all my life." The counselor poked a finger at him: "Thats the smartest thing I ever heard you say, Barney. You do a few years in the Coast Guard, get yourself some rank and responsibility and theyll even send you to college when youre ready. God help me, you could wind up an officer." "Whoa. Thatd be awesome, sir." "And do me a favor, son. Get rid of that T-shirt." The T-shirt featured a basketball-sized, full-color image of a bantam rooster, with the legend, everythings bigger in texas. Hall looked down at the T-shirt. "Its just a chicken, sir." "Its a cock," the counselor said. "You know it and I know it. I dont want to see it in this school again." Hall married Sue the June after high school graduation, joined the Coast Guard at the end of a glorious summer, and after boot camp and advanced training, was stationed in Fort Lauderdale. Sue Hall went to Broward College and became a registered nurse and started working on a bachelors degree in nursing. Hall found the boatyards of Marina Mile to be the most amazing places hed ever been. When Sue got pregnant with their first one, he got off-duty work rebuilding diesel engines in one of the Marina Mile engine shops. The extra work would get them childcare money so Sue could finish her BS degree. At night, theyd drink PBR under palm trees in their trailer park, until Sue got pregnant, when they switched to ginger ale, and shed say, "Barnes, were gonna do good in life. I can feel it coming on." The owner of the engine shop had a pile of old boats out back, which he couldnt sell, and Hall kept looking at a 1999 Boston Whaler 260 Outrage that had been stripped of the twin outboards and had a hole in the hull, and now sat derelict atop a tandem trailer with two flat tires on each side, overgrown with weeds. After some talk, the owner agreed to give Hall the boat along with two badly abused, but salvageable, Merc 225s and the trailer-all Hall had to do was work five additional unpaid hours a week, in the evenings and on weekends, on top of his regular weekend shift, for two years, and the boat was his. Plus, he could use the shop and its tools to rehab the trailer and the Mercs and do whatever fiberglass work the boat needed. The boat was solid, except for the hole, which could be fixed. That Details ISBN0593087046 Author John Sandford Series A Prey Novel Language English Year 2022 ISBN-10 0593087046 ISBN-13 9780593087046 Publication Date 2022-03-29 DEWEY 813.54 Series Number 31 Publisher Penguin Putnam Inc Format Paperback Imprint G P Putnams Sons Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2022-03-29 NZ Release Date 2022-03-29 US Release Date 2022-03-29 UK Release Date 2022-03-29 Pages 496 Audience General We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. 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