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Everyone Anton Waker grew up with is corrupt. His parents deal in stolen goods and his first career is a partnership venture with his cousin Aria selling forged passports and social security cards to illegal aliens. Anton longs for a less questionable way of living in the world and by his late twenties has reinvented himself as a successful middle manager. Then a routine security check suggests that things are not quite what they appear. And Aria begins blackmailing him to do one last job for her. But the seemingly simple job proves to have profound and unexpected repercussions. As Anton s carefully constructed life begins to disintegrate around him, he s forced to choose between loyalty to his family and his desires for a different kind of life. When everyone is willing to use someone else to escape the past, it is up to Anton, on the island of Ischia, to face the ghosts that travel close behind him. Emily St. John Mandel follows up her electric debut with a spellbinding novel of international crime, false identities, the depths and limits of family ties, and the often confusing bonds of love. Taut with suspense, beautifully imagined, full of unexpected corners, desperate choices, betrayals and halftruths with deadly consequences, The Singer s Gun explores the dangerous territory between one s moral compass and the heart s desire.

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the singers gun

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the singers gun

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This is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Unbridled Books

Copyright 2010 by Emily St. John Mandel

All rights reserved. This book, or parts thereof, may not be reproduced in any form without permission.

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data St. John Mandel, Emily, 1979
The singers gun / Emily St. John Mandel.
p. cm.
ISBN 978-1-936071-64-7
1. FamiliesFiction. 2. CrimeFiction.
3. Psychological fiction. I. Title.
PR9199.4.S727S57 2010
813.6dc22
2009053826

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To Kevin

Something about the tanks at Londons Heathrow Airport changed my mind. Before they rolled into place, in the innocent days when security just meant men with submachine guns, a travel book could be fluffy, silly, familiar or carefully manufactured, and it hardly mattered. Afterward, every destination acquired a sudden glow of hellfire, every trip an element of thoroughly unwanted suspense. Escape has become a problem in itself. A travel book without dangerto the body, the soul or the futureis entirely out of time.

... We stand in need of something stronger now: the travel book you can read while making your way through this new, alarming world.

MICHAEL PYE
The New York Times, June 1, 2003

the singers gun

In an office on the bright sharp edge of New York, glass tower, Alexandra Broden was listening to a telephone conversation. The recording lasted no longer than ten seconds, but she listened to it five or six times before she took off her headphones. It was five thirty in the afternoon, and she had been working since seven A.M. She closed her eyes for a moment, pressed her fingertips to her forehead, and realized that she could still hear the conversation in her head.

The recording began with a click: the sound of a woman picking up her telephone, which had been tapped the day before the call came in. A mans voice: Its done. There is a sound on the tape herethe womans sharp intake of breathbut all she says in reply is Thank you. Well speak again soon. He disconnects and she hangs up three seconds later.

The womans name was Aria Waker, and the call had taken place fifteen days earlier. The incoming call came from an Italian cell phone but proved otherwise untraceable. Police were at Arias apartment forty minutes after the call went through, but she was already gone and she never came back again.

Broden went down the hall for a coffee, talked about the baseball season with a colleague for a few minutes, went back to her office and put the headphones back on. She listened to the recording one last time before she made the call.

Is that it? she asked when the detective answered.

Thats it, Al.

Please dont call me that. And you think theyre talking about Anton Waker?

If youd seen what his parents were like the morning after that call came through, you wouldnt ask me that question, the detective said.

Hows the investigation going?

Horribly. No one knows anything. No one even knows the dead girls name. The detective sighed. At least its not as bad as the last shipping container we dealt with, he said.

I suppose I should be grateful that only one girl died this time. Listen, Im going to talk to the parents.

I tried that two weeks ago. Theyre useless, said the detective, but be my guest.

On the drive over the Williamsburg Bridge Broden kept the radio off. She called her six-year-old daughter from the car. Tova was home from school, baking cookies with her nanny, and she wanted to know what time her mother would be home.

Before bedtime, Broden said.

On the far side of the river she drove down into Brooklyn, grafitti-tagged warehouses rising up around her as the off-ramp lowered her into the streets, and she circled for a while before she found the store: an old brick warehouse on a corner near the river, almost under the bridge, with Waker Architectural Salvage in rusted-out letters above the doors. She parked at the side of the building and went around to the front, where a woman was sitting on the edge of the loading dock. The woman was looking out at the river, at Manhattan on the other side. She turned her head slowly when Broden said her name.

Miriam Waker?

Yes, the woman said.

Mrs. Waker, Im Alexandra Broden. I work with the State Department, Diplomatic Security Service division. Broden walked up the steel steps to the loading dock. She flashed her badge at the woman, but the woman didnt look at it. Her gaze had drifted back to the river, moving slow and gray on the other side of a weedy vacant lot across the street. There were dark circles under her eyes and her face was colorless. Im sorry to bother you, Broden said, but I need to speak with your son.

He used to sit here with me, Miriam said.

Is he home?

Hes traveling.

Traveling where?

She said, In a far-off country.

Broden stood looking at her for a moment. Is your husband here, Mrs. Waker?

Yes, she said.

Broden entered the warehouse.

This one was saved from the sea near Gibraltar. Samuel Waker had been interrupted in the middle of repainting a figurehead. He had stared flatly at Broden when she came in, but seemed unable to resist giving her a tour of his collection. The Gibraltar figure-head depicted a strong-faced woman rising out of foam, her arms disappearing into the folds of her dress. Her gown ended squarely in an odd cut-out shape where shed been attached to a ship. Another figurehead had been recovered from the waters off France, her entire left side splintered by the coastline. One had been pulled from the rocks off the Cape of Good Hope, and this was the one Samuel Waker was restoring. The Cape of Good Hope figurehead had hair the color of fire, and her eyes were a terrible and final blue. In her arms she cradled an enormous fish: a block away from the nearest river, it opened its gasping mouth to the sky.

Is this figurehead fairly new? Broden was looking at the iridescent scales of the fish. It looks perfect.

Restored, Samuel Waker said. Had it before, bought it back from someone. He picked up a palette, and as he spoke he resumed retouching the figureheads hair. His voice was reverent. Cant believe my luck, getting it back again. I think I might keep it myself this time.

Mr. Waker, I was hoping to speak with your son.

Dont know where he is, exactly. Traveling, far as I know. Samuel Wakers voice was steady, but the hand that painted the figureheads hair was trembling.

Traveling where, Mr. Waker?

Europe, last I heard. He hasnt been in contact.

What about your niece? You spoken with her recently?

Not recently. No.

Mr. Waker, Broden said, a shipping container came into the dock at Red Hook last week. It held fifteen girls who were being smuggled into the country from Eastern Europe, and one of them died in transit. I think your son and your niece may have been involved in the shipping operation.

I wouldnt know anything about that.

Mr. Waker, is your son dead?

Antons father was silent for a moment. Im offended by the question, he finally said. Here I just told you that hes traveling, and now youre calling me a liar.

Mr. Waker

I think Id like you to leave, he said quietly. He didnt look at her; he was filling in a worn-away section of the figureheads hair with tiny, meticulous brush strokes. I dont think I have anything to say to you.

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