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Jonathon King - Eye of Vengeance

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Jonathon King, award-winning author of The Blue Edge of Midnight, makes his highly anticipated stand-alone debut with Eye of Vengeancea taut, evocative thriller about a man torn between justice and revenge. . . . When a convicted murderer is dramatically gunned down in front of a corrections facility with a single bullet to the head, journalist Nick Mullins is quickly dispatched by his newspaper to cover the story. A veteran crime reporter, Nick is no stranger to scenes of violence and loss, but a coincidence immediately draws him into the investigation: The victim was a featured subject in one of his earlier news stories. Nick himself is still struggling with the aftermath of another crime: a car accident caused by a drunk driver that took the lives of his wife and one of their two daughters. Now, with a nine-year- old to raise on his own, Nick is trying to balance single-fatherhood with a career that daily puts him into the dark corners of death and justice. But this new shooting soon leads to another discovery. Researching his past stories, Nick finds that just months earlier, a man he exposed for killing his own wife was murdered in his car. The MO: a single gunshot to the head. And when a third man Nick wrote about is murdered in the same way, it becomes clear that a serial sniper is on the loose . . . and he has his eye on Nick. With everything on the linehis family, his career, and his own lifeNick must figure out who is next in the crosshairs before its too late. BACKCOVER: Praise for the novels of Jonathon King: King crafts a fine balance between individual elements of the story, while steering an intriguing mystery plot. . . . King has shown he can dazzle. THE MIAMI HERALD ON A KILLING NIGHT Just about as perfect as a crime novel can be. THE INDEP: ENT (UK) ON SHADOW MEN

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Eye of Vengeance

Jonathon King

This is in memory of Will Williams my first editor a crusty newsman with a - photo 1

This is in memory of Will Williams, my first editor, a crusty newsman with a velvet heart.

CONTENTS

H ed had the hooded binoculars up to his face for forty-five minutes, but still his eyes were not tired. His eyes had never been tired. He could hold this position, prone on the roof, forever if he had to, because if thats what had to be done, he would do it. He was looking south, the direction they would come from. Only when another filthy pigeon lighted on the fourth-floor ledge and pecked at a loose piece of gravel, or when yet another journalist with a camera or a notepad in her hands arrived below, would he move his eyes away from the lenses. Shitbirds and reporters, he thought. Couldnt always predict when theyd arrive, only that they always would.

Everyone else was in their place. The jail guards across the street were uniformed and waiting. The detention sergeant was at the gray intake door, a cigarette butt in his mouth, his thick arms crossed over his chest, waiting. The transport team, he knew, was en route, their man shackled in the back of the van. Everyone was in place for the eight AM transfer of the prisoner.

He checked the shadow pattern one more time. He was sweating lightly in his black cargo pants and long-sleeved shirt. The heat was already rising in the early Florida sun. He registered it, gave the humidity and heat ripple a second thought in his calculations of the shot, but dismissed it. At this range it would not be a factor. He readjusted his baseball cap, worn backward, like the punk kids, but for reasons they would never get. He and Collie had been the first ones to sew black terry cloth on the inside of the band to capture the sweat and keep it out of their eyes. Collie was one of the few men he liked to talk to. Collie would understand.

At seven forty-five he spotted the white van six blocks away, waited for it to catch one more stoplight. He used the binoculars to confirm the decal on the front, and then moved back to his weapon. For the tenth time that morning, he sighted the scope on a spot six feet above the second step of the staircase leading to the gray door. The magnification was so sharp he could see a wisp of smoke from the sergeants Marlboro drift through the crosshairs. He shifted his right sighting eye to survey the approach of the van. Then he closed it and opened his left to check his flank. It was one of the odd physiological advantages hed had as a sniper in Iraq and on the SWAT teams hed been with. He not only had great focus sight, but also excellent peripheral vision. Most guys sighted with one dominant eye, leaving them blind to the field on their closed, weak-side eye. It was OK when you had a spotter next to you, but when you were alone, it made you vulnerable. He could spot with one eye and check the field with his other. He was a switch-hitter. And he could work alone.

In the street sixty feet below, the van slowed and he heard the clanking sound of the automatic gate as it rolled back. The reporters crowded toward the entrance and were kept back by a jail guard, who corralled them with outstretched arms. The shitbirds just love the perp walk, he thought. Theyd always yell out to the prisoner for some kind of statement. Like what? Hes going to confess right out there on the sidewalk? Shit.

The van passed through the gate and pulled to a stop next to the staircase and he went back to the scope. Red brake lights flashed in the lens. The sun glinted off razor wire as the gate closed. The uniformed driver got out and went to the back, joined by his partner. They opened the vans rear double doors and out stepped the man. He was dressed in jailhouse orange. Only his wrists were cuffed, so he climbed out easily. He was a big man, over six feet tall, but stood with his back slightly bowed, his thick shoulders rolled forward like a yoke.

He followed the mans bald head in the crosshairs. All three men disappeared between the van and the staircase, but he kept the scope moving in the anticipated time of their steps. When the white patch of Steven Ferriss scalp slid into the sight, one hundred and fifty yards away, the shooter took a measured breath. Eight inches up the first step. Eight inches up the second step. The crosshairs were on Ferriss profile, matching each rise. The shooter heard nothing and felt only the pressure of his index finger on the cold metal of the trigger. When Ferris reached the top step, the jail sergeant took a final drag on his cigarette and flipped it away. He opened the gray door and appeared to look into Ferriss face and say something. The shooters crosshairs were on the prisoners right sideburn and Ferris seemed to peer up at the sergeant and mouth the last words he would ever speak.

The rifle recoiled into his shoulder like a firm but playful punch, and he did not have to watch as Ferris sank like a bag of water suddenly cut loose from above. The sniper knew that there was now a hole the size of a dime burrowed into the mans brain, the bullet killing him before he could even blink at its impact.

Smoke check, he whispered.

I dont know why I always have to open my big mouth, Nick whispered to himself.

It wasnt because he didnt know better. Hed been in the newspaper business for a dozen years, had read the same old stuff a thousand times, let it get under his skin and then popped off to some senior editor and gotten his own ass in trouble again. It wasnt that he forgot the lessons, just that he was too foolish to heed them.

Good morning, Nick, Deirdre Smith, the city editor, said as she slid past him to get into her own office door. She did not make eye contact. She knew better than to make eye contact. It was one of the lessons she never forgot. Instead she stowed her purse, tapped the spacer key on her computer, which was always booted up, and avoided him even though he filled up her doorway, standing there with the metro page in his fist, leaning into the frame. After tapping a few keys to see how many e-mails she had to answer and probably wishing to God he would just go away, she finally sat down in her chair, elbows on the desk, hands clasped under her chin. How can I help you, Nick?

Management training, he thought: Ask if you may assist the employee in some manner. Let them know that you are a partner and that you are there to help them. She smiled her fake smile. He reflected it back with one of his own.

Man, I hope it wasnt you who changed the lead paragraph in my story last night, Deirdre, Nick said and then laiddidnt toss, but laidthe front page of the section down in front of her. In retrospect, it wasnt the best way to start. But he was proud of himself for the not-tossing part.

She picked up the paper as if she didnt know which story he was talking about and pretended to read it for a few seconds.

Well, first of all, it was a great story, Nick. And it got lots of raves in the morning editors meeting, she said from behind the page. We all really liked that detail you put in about the number of cigarette butts in his ashtray by the BarcaLounger. Youve got such a great eye, Nick.

More management training. If possible, compliment the employee on a task well done before addressing problems with job performance.

But yes, I did do some tinkering. I thought you missed a major point, which you mentioned much deeper in the story, about this guys military past, she said, looking into his face with that cardboard smile. I thought it belonged in the lead.

Nick took a breath and looked at the bulletin board behind her desk and then quoted from memory the deadline story hed filed the night before:

Despondent over the loss of his job as a longtime city park manager, a Dania man killed his wife and two teenage children Wednesday and then patiently waited, chain-smoking cigarettes, until police arrived before firing a shotgun under his own chin, authorities said.

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