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From #1 bestseller David Baldacci comes a new thriller reminiscent of his phenomenal bestselling debut, Absolute Power. It was only a split second-but thats all it took for Secret Service agent Sean Kings attention to wander and his protectee, third-party presidential candidate Clyde Ritter, to die. King retired from the Service in disgrace, and now, eight years later, balances careers as a lawyer and a part-time deputy sheriff in a small Virginia town. Then he hears the news: Once again, a third-party candidate has been taken out of the presidential race-abducted right under the nose of Secret Service agent Michelle Maxwell. King and Maxwell form an uneasy alliance, and their search for answers becomes a bid for redemption as they delve into the governments Witness Protection Program and the mysterious past of Clyde Ritters dead assassin. But the truth is never quite what it seems, and these two agents have learned that even one moment looking in the wrong direction can be deadly. Full of shocking twists and turns, and introducing a villian to rival Jackson in Baldaccis The Winner, SPLITSECOND is pure, mind-numbing adrenaline to the last page.
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Also by Catherine Coulter
THE FBI THRILLERS
Twice Dead: Riptide and Hemlock Bay (2011)
Whiplash (2010)
KnockOut (2009)
TailSpin (2008)
Double Jeopardy: The Target and The Edge (2008)
Double Take (2007)
The Beginning: The Cove and The Maze (2005)
Point Blank (2005)
Blowout (2004)
Blindside (2003)
Eleventh Hour (2002)
Hemlock Bay (2001)
Riptide (2000)
The Edge (1999)
The Target (1998)
The Maze (1997)
The Cove (1996)
To Anton,
my favorite guy in the whole universe.
A big thank-you, as always.
my favorite guy in the whole universe.
A big thank-you, as always.
C.C.
CHAPTER 1
Georgetown, Washington, D.C.
Tuesday night
Tuesday night
Nonfat milk, Fritos, and bananas, Savich repeated to himself as he pulled into the parking lot of Mr. Patils Shop n Go. It was after eight oclock, and Savich was on his way home from a hard workout at the gym. He felt good, his muscles relaxed and warm, and he looked forward to playing with Sean, maybe with his new video game, Wonky Wizards. He breathed in deeply, enjoying the bite of fall in the air. He looked up at the low-lying clouds that promised to bring a shower in the next couple of hours. Nonfat milk and Fritos andwhat else?
There was only one car in the parking lot, which wasnt unusual at this time of the evening. A strange play of rapid movement behind the stores large glass window caught his eye. He pulled the Porsche to the far side of the parking lot, out of the line of sight, got out, quietly closed the car door, and walked to the edge of the window. He could see a man inside, his face flattened in a leg of panty hose, standing in front of the counter, pointing a Saturday night special at Mr. Patils chest. Mr. Patil, who wasnt more than five-five with lifts in his shoes and was at least seventy-five years old, looked petrified. Savich watched his hands shoot into the air above his head. He could hear the man yelling at him, but couldnt make out what he was saying. Then he saw a customer. At the end of the counter stood a man about his own age, wearing a bright red Redskins sweatshirt, jeans, and glasses.
Savich felt his heart seize.
Pressed against the mans legs were two small children, a boy and a girl. His hands were wrapped around their shoulders, hugging them tightly against him. Each child held an ice-cream bar, now forgotten.
Keep it together. He couldnt call 911, and take the chance of sirens freaking the guy out, not with the kids still in the line of fire. He quickly ran around to the back of the Shop n Go and heard the engine running before he saw the Chevy Impala, tucked in the shadows off the parking asphalt. He saw a woman in the drivers seat, leaning in toward the passengers side to get a partial view inside the store. Since she wasnt wearing panty hose on her head, she obviously wasnt slated to join the actual robbery; she was just there to drive the man in the store out of here. Savich couldnt see the license plate. No matter. She hadnt seen him. Good.
Forget her, let her get away. He crouched down and ran back around to the front of the store. He held his SIG at his side and began whistling. He opened the door and called out, Good evening, Mr. Patil, and the man in the panty hose whirled around, his gun leading, as the little girl yelled, Hell hurt you!
The man froze for the longest instant of time in Savichs memory. Savich saw the father grab the children and hurl them to the floor, and then he fell over them while Mr. Patil hefted a six-pack of beer the man had brought to the counter. Then Savichs SIG was up, and he fired. The rule was always to fire only when you intended to kill, but the bullet didnt go into the mans chest, it went into his shoulder. The man screamed, fell hard to his knees, clutching his shoulder, and the .22 went flying.
Savich listened for the Impalas engine to rev, for the car to roar out of there, but he didnt hear anything except a car door slamming shut. He yelled, Mr. Patil, get down! Savich dropped to the floor and was rolling when the door burst open and a submachine gun started blasting bullets. He heard Mr. Patil scream from behind the counter, knew he hadnt been fast enough and shed hit him. He heard the kids screaming, heard the fathers deep voice, hazed over with fear, saying, Its all right, it will be all right. He came up and fired, hit the woman square between the eyes as she swung the gun around toward him. The submachine gun hit the linoleum floor and fetched hard against the counter.
Savich saw Mr. Patil leaning heavily on the counter, a bloom of red on his right arm. He jumped up and quickly checked the gunman, pulled the stocking off his face. He was white, about forty, heavyset, his light brown hair seriously thinning. He moaned, holding his shoulder, the bullet still in him. He was lucky the bullet hadnt hit an artery. Hed survive. Savich picked up the .22 and said, Keep pressing down on that, and then he went down on his knees beside the woman. Like the man, she was white, fortyish, but she was dead. Her dark eyes were open. A dribble of blood came out of her mouth, and the hole between her eyes was a perfect red dot. Blood haloed her head.
Please keep their eyes covered.
He quickly pulled off his leather jacket and covered the womans face. He ran back to Mr. Patil and examined the bullet wound. Through and through, thank God. You did great, sir. Youre going to be okay. Savich grabbed a wad of paper towels from next to the coffee machine and pressed them against Mr. Patils arm. Press as hard as you can, sir.
He called 911 and asked for two ambulances and the police. He looked over at the father, still covering his children on the floor. Both children were quiet now, their father murmuring against their heads, Its okay, kids, everythings okay now
Savich looked back at the wounded man, saw he wasnt moving or making a sound. He came down on his haunches, laid his hand lightly on the mans shoulder. He was a big guy, pretty fit, his face less ashen now that he realized theyd all survived. Dont worry, Im FBI. You did great; you kept your kids safe. Everythings under control now. The police will be here soon. Youre a very brave man; its a pleasure to meet you, and Savich stuck out his hand. Im Dillon Savich.
The man slowly stood, bringing the children with him, still pressed against his legs. He straightened his glasses and gave Savich a shaky grin. He started to say something, then lost the words, the wild adrenaline rush choking them off. He took Savichs hand, shook it really hard, and at last he managed to say, I can hear my own heart beating so heavy, its like its going to fly out of my chest.
Its the adrenaline. Believe me, in a couple of minutes youre going to crash.
No, I cant do that, not with the kids here. Hey, Im Dave Raditch. Thank you for coming in like that, so sharp and fast. I dont know what the guy was going to do; he might have shot all of us. It sure looked like he was going to kill Mr. Patil. Hush, Michael, everythings okay. Hold Crissys hand, okay?
Savich prayed Dave wouldnt bottom out completely after the adrenaline snapped out of him and fall over. Hed seen it before. He looked closely at Dave Raditch, saw he was occupied with stroking those small shuddering bodies, keeping them very close. Savich smiled at him. Youll do fine, he said, and smiled down at Michael. Then, because it could have been Sean, Savich hugged him. As Savich pressed Michaels face against him, he thought, how would he deal with this violent terror? With the shock of sudden bloody death? As he rubbed his big hands up and down Michaels back, he said, Michael, I really need your help. The police will be here soon, and Ill have to speak with them. I want you to hunker down with your dad and sister and talk about what happened, because the police will want to speak with you, too. Do you think you can keep them calm? Can you do that for me?
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