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London Bridges : Alex Cross : Book 10 - James Patterson

London Bridges

Alex Cross : Book 10

Paperback Published: 1st August 2010
ISBN: 9780755349388
Number Of Pages: 448

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Alex Cross must pull together the most powerful law enforcement agencies to save millions of people from the most vicious predator he has ever faced--the Big Bad Wolf. In his tenth Alex Cross novel, Patterson presents a bonus special section on the beloved FBI agent.

Alex Cross is back in his tenth and most explosive adventure yet.

In broad desert daylight, a mysterious platoon of soldiers evacuates the entire population of Sunrise Valley, Nevada. Minutes later, a huge bomb detonates a hundred feet above the ground and lays waste to homes, cars, and playgrounds: a town annihilated in an instant.

And so is the Wolf

Alex Cross is on vacation in San Francisco with his girlfriend, Jamilla Hughes, when he gets the call. The Russian supercriminal known as the Wolf claims responsibility for the blast. The Wolf is the deadliest nemesis Cross has ever faced, and the fact that he is still at large is agonizing for him and his new bosses at the FBI.

And so is the Weasel

Major cities around the globe, including London, Paris, and New York, are threatened with total destruction. The Wolf has proven he can do it - the only question is who can stop him in time. Surveillance film of the blast reveals the presence of another of Alex Cross's most dangerous enemies, the ruthless assassin known as the Weasel. The thought of these two dark geniuses joining forces makes Alex's blood run cold.

Now are you scared?

World leaders have just four days to prevent an unimaginable cataclysm. In a matter of hours, Cross is catapulted into an international chase of astonishing danger. Joining forces with Scotland Yard and Interpol, Alex fights his way through a torrent of false leads, impersonators, and foreign agents before he gets close to the heart of the crimes. Racing down the hairpin turns of the Riviera in the most unforgettable finale James Patterson has ever written, Alex Cross confronts the truth of the Wolf's identity - a revelation that even Cross himself may be unable to survive.

About The Author

JAMES PATTERSON is one of the best-known and biggest-selling writers of all time. He is the author of some of the most popular series of the past decade - the Alex Cross, Women's Murder Club and Detective Michael Bennett novels - and he has written many other number one bestsellers including romance novels and stand-alone thrillers. He lives in Florida with his wife and son. James is passionate about encouraging children to read. Inspired by his own son who was a reluctant reader, he also writes a range of books specifically for young readers. James has formed a partnership with the National Literacy Trust, an independent, UK-based charity that changes lives through literacy.

'If there really were human superheroes, Alex Cross would be at the head of the class...and, with each instalment in the series, Patterson makes sure his superhero gets bigger and better while at the same time becomming more vulnerable.' - New York Times

'Patterson knows where our deepest fears are buried... There's no stopping his imagination.' - New York Times Book Review


Chapter 1

COLONEL GEOFFREY SHAFER loved his new life in Salvador, Brazil's third-largest city and some would say its most intriguing. It was definitely the most fun.

He had rented a plush six-bedroom villa directly across from Guarajuba Beach, where he spent his days drinking sweet caipirinhas and ice-cold Brahma beers, or sometimes playing tennis at the club. At night, Colonel Shafer - the psychopathic killer better known as the Weasel - was up to his old tricks, hunting on the dark, narrow, winding streets of the Old City. He had lost count of his kills in Brazil, and nobody in Salvador seemed to care, or even keep count. There hadn't been a single newspaper story about the disappearance of young prostitutes. Not one. Maybe it was true what they said of the people here - when they weren't actually partying, they were already rehearsing for the next one.

At a few ticks past two in the morning, Shafer returned to the villa with a young and beautiful streetwalker who called herself Maria. What a gorgeous face the girl had, and a stunning brown body, especially for someone so young. Maria said she was only thirteen.

The Weasel picked a fat banana from one of several plants in his yard. At this time of year he had his choice of coconut, guava, mango, and pinha, which was sugar apple. As he plucked the fresh fruit he had the thought that there was always something ripe for the taking in Salvador. It was paradise. Or maybe it's hell and I'm the Devil, Shafer thought, and chuckled to himself.

'For you, Maria,' he said, handing her the banana. 'We'll put it to good use.'

The girl smiled knowingly, and the Weasel noticed her eyes - what perfect brown eyes. And all mine now - eyes, lips, breasts.

Just then, he spotted a small Brazilian monkey called a mico trying to work its way through a window screen and into his house. 'Get out of here, you thieving little bastard!' he yelled. 'G'wan! Beat it!'

There came a quick movement from out of the bushes, then three men jumped him. The police, he was certain, probably Americans. Alex Cross?

The cops were all over him, powerful arms and legs everywhere. He was struck down by a bat, or a lead pipe, yanked back up by his full head of hair, then beaten unconscious.

'We caught him. We caught the Weasel, first try. That wasn't very hard,' said one of the men. 'Bring him inside.'

Then he looked at the beautiful young girl, who was clearly afraid, rightly so. 'You did a good job, Maria. You brought him to us.' He turned to one of his men. 'Kill her.'

A single gunshot ruptured the silence in the front yard. No one seemed to notice or care in Salvador.

Chapter 2

THE WEASEL JUST WANTED to die now. He was hanging upside down from the ceiling of his own master bedroom. The room had mirrors everywhere, and he could see himself in several of the reflections.

He looked like death. He was naked, bruised and bleeding all over. His hands were tightly cuffed behind his back, his ankles bound together, cutting off the circulation. Blood was rushing to his head.

Hanging beside him was the young girl, Maria, but she had been dead for several hours, maybe as much as a day, judging by the terrible smell. Her brown eyes were turned his way, but they stared right through him.

The leader of his captors, bearded, always squeezing a black ball in one hand, squatted down so that he was only a foot or so from Shafer's face. He spoke softly, a whisper.

'What we did with some prisoners when I was active - we would sit them down, rather politely, peacefully, and then nail their fucking tongues to a table. That's absolutely true, my weaselly friend. You know what else? Simply plucking hairs ...from the nostrils . . . the chest . . . stomach . . . genitals . . . it's more than a little bothersome, no? Ouch,' he said as he plucked hairs from Shafer's naked body.

'But I'll tell you the worst torture, in my opinion, anyway. Worse than what you would have done to poor Maria. You grab the prisoner by both shoulders and shake violently until he convulses. You literally rattle his brain, the sensitive organ itself. He feels as if his head will fly off. His body is on fire. I'm not exaggerating.

'Here, let me show you what I mean.' The terrible, unimaginably violent shaking - while Geoffrey Shafer hung upside down - went on for nearly an hour.

Finally he was cut down. 'Who are you? What do you want from me?' he screamed.

The head captor shrugged. 'You're a tough bastard, but always remember, I found you. And I'll find you again if I need to. Do you understand?'

Geoffrey Shafer could barely focus his eyes, but he looked up to where he thought the captor's voice had come from. He whispered, 'What ...do you...want? Please?'

The bearded man's face bent close to his. He seemed almost to smile. 'I have a job, a most incredible job for you. Believe me, you were born for this.'

'Who are you?' the Weasel whispered again through badly chapped and bleeding lips. It was a question he'd asked a hundred times during the torture.

'I am the Wolf,' said the bearded man. 'Perhaps you've heard of me.'

ISBN: 9780755349388
ISBN-10: 0755349385
Series: Alex Cross
Audience: General
Format: Paperback
Language: English
Number Of Pages: 448
Published: 1st August 2010
Publisher: Headline Publishing Group
Country of Publication: GB
Dimensions (cm): 19.8 x 13.2  x 4.5
Weight (kg): 0.29
Edition Number: 1

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