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Douglas Preston - Impact

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Wyman Ford is tapped for a secret expedition to Cambodia... to locate the source of strangely beautiful gemstones that do not appear to be of this world.A brilliant meteor lights up the Maine coast... and two young women borrow a boat and set out for a distant island to find the impact crater.A scientist at the National Propulsion Facility discovers an inexplicable source of gamma rays in the outer Solar System. He is found decapitated, the data missing.High resolution NASA images reveal an unnatural feature hidden in the depths of a crater on Mars... and it appears to have been activated.Sixty hours and counting.

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IMPACT B Y D OUGLAS P RESTON Impact Blasphemy The Monster of - photo 1

IMPACT


B Y D OUGLAS P RESTON


Impact*
Blasphemy*
The Monster of Florence (with Mario Spezi)
Tyrannosaur Canyon*
The Codex*
Jennie*
Ribbons of Time
The Royal Road
Talking to the Ground
Cities of Gold
Dinosaurs in the Attic**


B Y D OUGLAS P RESTON AND L INCOLN C HILD


Relic*
Mount Dragon*
Reliquary*
Riptide
Thunderhead
The Ice Limit
The Cabinet of Curiosities
Still Life with Crows
Brimstone
Dance of Death
The Book of the Dead
The Wheel of Darkness
Cemetery Dance


*Published by Tom Doherty Associates
**Published by St. Martins Press


The author welcomes visitors to his and Lincoln Childs website, www.prestonchild.com .


DOUGLAS
PRESTON

IMPACT A TOM DOHERTY ASSOCIATES BOOK NEW YORK This is a work of - photo 2

IMPACT


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A TOM DOHERTY ASSOCIATES BOOK
NEW YORK


This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously.

IMPACT

Copyright 2009 by Splendide Mendax, Inc.

All rights reserved.

A Forge Book
Published by Tom Doherty Associates, LLC
175 Fifth Avenue
New York, NY 10010

www.tor-forge.com

Forge is a registered trademark of Tom Doherty Associates, LLC.

ISBN 978-0-7653-1768-1

First Edition: January 2010

Printed in the United States of America

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To Tony and Petra OBrien, Kiera, Liam, and Brenna

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

The author is grateful to Lincoln Child, Eric Simonoff, Bob Gleason, Tom Doherty, Matthew Snyder, Bobby Rotenberg, Claudia Rlke, Jon Couch, Selene Preston, and Isaac Preston for their valuable help.


IMPACT PART 1 APRIL The trick would be to slip in the side door and - photo 4

IMPACT

PART 1

APRIL The trick would be to slip in the side door and get the box up the back - photo 5


APRIL

The trick would be to slip in the side door and get the box up the back stairs without making a sound. The house was two hundred years old and you could hardly take a step without a flurry of creaks and groans. Abbey Straw eased the back door shut and tiptoed across the carpeted hallway to the landing. She could hear her father puttering around the kitchen, Red Sox game low on the radio.

Her arms hugging the box, she set her foot on the first step, eased down her weight, then the next step, and the next. She skipped the fourth stepit shrieked like a bansheeand put her weight on the fifth, the sixth, the seventh.... And just as she thought she was home free, the step let out a crack like a gunshot, followed by a long, dying groan.

Damn .

Abbey, whats in the box?

Her father stood in the doorway of the kitchen, still wearing his orange rubber boots, his checked shirt stained with diesel fuel and lobster bait. His windburned brow was creased with suspicion.

A telescope.

A telescope? How much did it cost?

I bought it with my own money.

Great, he said, his gravelly voice tense, if you never want to go back to college and stay a waitress the rest of your life, blow your paycheck on telescopes.

Maybe I want to be an astronomer.

Do you know how much I spent on your college education?

She turned and continued up the stairs. You mention it only five times a day.

When are you going to pull yourself together?

She slammed the door and stood for a moment in her tiny bedroom, breathing hard. With one arm she swept the bedcover free of stuffed animals, set the box down on the bed. She flopped on the bed next to the box. Why had she been adopted by white people in Maine, the whitest state in the union, in a town where everyone was white? Hadnt there been a black hedge-fund manager somewhere looking for kids? And where do you come from? people would ask her, as if shed recently arrived from Harlemor Kenya.

She rolled over in bed, gazing at the box. Sliding out her cell phone, she dialed. Jackie? she whispered. Meet me down at the wharf at nine. I got a surprise.

Fifteen minutes later, cradling the telescope, Abbey cracked the bedroom door and listened. Her father was moving about the kitchen, washing the dishes that she was supposed to have washed that morning. The game was still on, turned up, Dave Gouchers obnoxious voice barking out of the cheap radio. By the sound of her fathers occasional swearing she figured it must be a SoxYankees game. Good, hed be distracted. She crept down the stairs, stepping gingerly, trying not to creak the old pine boards, slipped past the open kitchen door and in a moment was out and into the street.

Balancing the tripod over her shoulder, she darted past the Anchor Inn toward the town wharf. The harbor was as calm as a millpond, a great sheet of black water stretching to the dim silhouette of Louds Island, the boats lined up by the tide like white ghosts. The peppercan buoy marking the channel at the mouth of the narrow harbor blinked its light, blink, blink, blink. Above, the heavens swirled with phosphorescence.

She angled across the parking lot, past the lobster co-op, and headed onto the wharf. The strong smell of herring bait and seaweed drifted on the damp night air from a stack of old lobster traps at one end of the pier. The lobster joint hadnt opened yet for the summer season and the outdoor picnic tables were still turned up and chained to the railings. Back up the hill she could see the lights of the town and the steeple of the Methodist Church, a black spire against the Milky Way.

Hey. Jackie stepped out of the shadows, the red glow of a joint bobbing in the dark. Whats that?

A telescope. Abbey took the joint and inhaled sharply, with a crackle of burning seeds. She exhaled and handed it back.

A telescope? asked Jackie. What for?

What else is there to do around here but look at the stars?

Jackie grunted. How much was it?

Seven hundred bucks. Got it on eBay, a Celestron six-inch Cassegrain, automatic tracking, a camera and everything.

A low whistle. You must be getting some good tips over at the Landing.

They love me over there. I couldnt get bigger tips if I was giving out blow jobs.

Jackie burst out laughing, wheezing smoke and coughing. She passed the joint back and Abbey took another long hit.

Randys getting out of Maine State, said Jackie, lowering her voice.

Oh God. Randy can sit on a lobster buoy and rotate five times.

Jackie muffled a laugh.

What a night, Abbey said, staring at the immense bowl of stars. Lets take some pictures.

In the dark?

Abbey looked over to see if she was kidding, but there was no wry smile on those lips. She felt a wave of affection for her dim, lovable friend. Believe it or not, Abbey said, telescopes work better in the dark.

Right. That was stupid. Jackie knocked on her own head. Hello?

They walked out to the end of the pier. Abbey set up the tripod, making sure it was anchored on the wood planking. She could see Orion hanging low in the sky and aimed the telescope in that direction. Using the computer starfinder attached to the telescope, she punched in a preset location. With a whirring of worm-gears, the telescope slewed around to point at a patch at the bottom of Orions sword.

Whatre we going to look at?

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