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Unlocking a cold case with explosive implications for the future of civil rights, forensics expert Lincoln Rhyme and his prot?g?, Amelia Sachs, must outguess a killer who has targeted a high school girl from Harlem who is digging into the past of one of her ancestors, a former slave. What buried secrets from 140 years ago could have an assassin out for innocent blood? And what chilling message is hidden in his calling card, the hanged man of the tarot deck? Rhyme must anticipate the next strike or become history -- in the bestseller that proves there is no thriller writer today like Jeffery Deaver (San Jose Mercury News).

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Publisher: Pocket Star; First edition (April 18, 2006)
ISBN-10: 0743491564


ISBN-13: 978-0743491563

The Twelfth Card

Jeffery Deaver

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Copyright 2005 by Jeffery Deaver

All rights reserved, including the right of reproduction in whole or in part in any form.

To the memory of Christopher Reeve, a lesson in courage, a symbol of hope.

Some people are your relatives but others are your ancestors, and you choose the ones you want to have as ancestors. You create yourself out of those values.

I

The Three-Fifths Man

Tuesday, October 9

Chapter One

His face wet with sweat and with tears, the man runs for freedom, he runs for his life.

There! There he goes!

The former slave does not know exactly where the voice comes from. Behind him? To the right or left? From atop one of the decrepit tenements lining the filthy cobblestoned streets here?

Amid July air hot and thick as liquid paraffin, the lean man leaps over a pile of horse dung. The street sweepers dont come here, to this part of the city. Charles Singleton pauses beside a pallet stacked high with barrels, trying to catch his breath.

A crack of a pistol. The bullet goes wide. The sharp report of the gun takes him back instantly to the war: the impossible, mad hours as he stood his ground in a dusty blue uniform, steadying a heavy musket, facing men wearing dusty gray, aiming their own weapons his way.

Running faster now. The men fire again. These bullets also miss.

Somebody stop him! Five dollars gold if you catch him.

But the few people out on the streets this early mostly Irish ragpickers and laborers trooping to work with hods or picks on their shoulders have no inclination to stop the Negro, who has fierce eyes and large muscles and such frightening determination. As for the reward, the shouted offer came from a city constable, which means theres no coin behind the promise.

At the

Twenty-third Street paintworks, Charles veers west. He slips on the slick cobblestones and falls hard. A mounted policeman rounds the corner and, raising his nightstick, bears down on the fallen man. And then

And? the girl thought.

And?

What happened to him?

Sixteen-year-old Geneva Settle twisted the knob on the microfiche reader again but it would move no farther; shed come to the last page on this carriage. She lifted out the metal rectangle containing the lead article in the July 23, 1868, edition of Coloreds Weekly Illustrated. Riffling through the other frames in the dusty box, she worried that the remaining pages of the article were missing and shed never find out what happened to her ancestor Charles Singleton. Shed learned that historical archives regarding black history were often incomplete, if not forever misplaced.

Where was the rest of the story?

AhFinally she found it and mounted the carriage carefully into the battered gray reader, moving the knob impatiently to locate the continuation of the story of Charless flight.

Geneva s lush imagination and years of immersing herself in books had given her the wherewithal to embellish the bare-bones magazine account of the former slaves pursuit through the hot, foul streets of nineteenth-century New York. She almost felt she was back there, rather than where she really was at the moment: nearly 140 years later in the deserted fifth-floor library of the Museum of African-American Culture and History on

Fifty-fifth Street in Midtown Manhattan.

As she twisted the dial, the pages streamed past on the grainy screen. Geneva found the rest of the article, which was headlined:

SHAME


THE ACCOUNT OF A FREEDMANS CRIME


CHARLES SINGLETON, A VETERAN OF THE WAR

BETWEEN THE STATES, BETRAYS THE CAUSE

OF OUR PEOPLE IN A NOTORIOUS INCIDENT


A picture accompanying the article showed twenty-eight-year-old Charles Singleton in his Civil War uniform. He was tall, his hands were large and the tight fit of the uniform on his chest and arms suggested powerful muscles. Lips broad, cheekbones high, head round, skin quite dark.

Staring at the unsmiling face, the calm, piercing eyes, the girl believed there was a resemblance between them she had the head and face of her ancestor, the roundness of his features, the rich shade of his skin. Not a bit of the Singleton physique, though. Geneva Settle was skinny as a grade-school boy, as the Delano Project girls loved to point out.

She began to read once more, but a noise intruded.

A click in the room. A door latch? Then she heard footsteps. They paused. Another step. Finally silence. She glanced behind her, saw nobody.

She felt a chill, but told herself not to be freaked. It was just bad memories that put her on edge: the Delano girls whaling on her in the school yard behind Langston Hughes High, and that time Tonya Brown and her crew from the St. Nicholas Houses dragged her into an alley then pounded her so bad that she lost a back tooth. Boys groped, boys dissed, boys put you down. But it was the girls who made you bleed.

Get her down, cut her, cut the bitch

More footsteps. Another pause.

Silence.

The nature of this place didnt help. Dim, musty, quiet. And there was no one else here, not at eight-fifteen on a Tuesday morning. The museum wasnt open yet tourists were still asleep or having their breakfasts but the library opened at eight. Geneva had been waiting here when they unlocked the doors, shed been so eager to read the article. She now sat in a cubicle at the end of a large exhibit hall, where faceless mannequins wore nineteenth-century costumes and the walls were filled with paintings of men in bizarre hats, women in bonnets and horses with weak, skinny legs.

Another footstep. Then another pause.

Should she leave? Go hang with Dr. Barry, the librarian, until this creepy dude left?

And then the other visitor laughed.

Not a weird laugh, a fun laugh.

And he said, Okay. Ill call you later.

A snap of a cell phone folding up. Thats why hed been pausing, just listening to the person on the other end of the line.

Told you not to worry, girl. People arent dangerous when they laugh. They arent dangerous when they say friendly things on cell phones. Hed been walking slowly because thats what people do when theyre talking even though what kind of rude claimerd make a phone call in a library? Geneva turned back to the microfiche screen, wondering, You get away, Charles? Man, I hope so.

Yet he regained his footing and, rather than own up to his mischief, as a courageous man would do, continued his cowardly flight.

So much for objective reporting, she thought angrily.

For a time he evaded his pursuers. But escape was merely temporary. A Negro tradesman on a porch saw the freedman and implored him to stop, in the name of justice, asserting that he had heard of Mr. Singletons crime and reproaching him for bringing dishonor upon all colored people throughout the nation. The citizen, one Walker Loakes, thereupon flung a brick at Mr. Singleton with the intent of knocking him down. However,

Charles dodges the heavy stone and turns to the man, shouting, I am innocent. I did not do what the police say!

Geneva s imagination had taken over and, inspired by the text, was writing the story once again.

But Loakes ignores the freedmans protests and runs into the street, calling to the police that the fugitive is headed for the docks.

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