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Jeffery Deaver - The Kill Room

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It was a million-dollar bullet, a sniper shot delivered from over a mile away. Its victim was no ordinary mark: he was a United States citizen, targeted by the United States government, and assassinated in the Bahamas. The nations most renowned investigator and forensics expert, Lincoln Rhyme, is drafted to investigate. While his partner, Amelia Sachs, traces the victims steps in Manhattan, Rhyme leaves the city to pursue the sniper himself. As details of the case start to emerge, the pair discovers that not all is what it seems. When a deadly, knife-wielding assassin begins systematically eliminating all evidence-including the witnesses-Lincolns investigation turns into a chilling battle of wits against a cold-blooded killer.

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For Judy Fred and Dax I disapprove of what you say but I will defend to the - photo 1

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For Judy, Fred and Dax

I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it.

Evelyn Beatrice Hall, The Friends of Voltaire, 1906

TUESDAY, MAY 9

I

THE POISONWOOD TREE

CHAPTER 1

THE FLASH OF LIGHT TROUBLED HIM.

A glint, white or pale yellow, in the distance.

From the water? From the strip of land across the peaceful turquoise bay?

But here, there could be no danger. Here, he was in a beautiful and isolated resort. Here, he was out of the glare of media and the gaze of enemies.

Roberto Moreno squinted out the window. He was merely in his late thirties but his eyes were not good and he pushed the frames higher on his nose and scanned the vistathe garden outside the suites window, the narrow white beach, the pulsing blue-green sea. Beautiful, isolatedand protected. No vessels bobbed within sight. And even if an enemy with a rifle could have learned he was here and made his way unseen through the industrial plants on that spit of land a mile away across the water, the distance and the pollution clouding the view would have made a shot impossible.

No more flashes, no more glints.

Youre safe. Of course you are.

But still Moreno remained wary. Like Martin Luther King, like Gandhi, he was always at risk. This was the way of his life. He wasnt afraid of death. But he was afraid of dying before his work was done. And at this young age he still had much to do. For instance, the event hed just finished organizing an hour or so agoa significant one, sure to get a lot of peoples attentionwas merely one of a dozen planned for the next year.

And beyond, an abundant future loomed.

Dressed in a modest tan suit, a white shirt and royal blue tieoh, so Caribbeanthe stocky man now filled two cups from the coffeepot that room service had just delivered and returned to the couch. He handed one to the reporter, who was setting up a tape recorder.

Seor de la Rua. Some milk? Sugar?

No, thank you.

They were speaking in Spanish, in which Moreno was fluent. He hated English and only spoke it when he needed to. Hed never quite shucked the New Jersey accent when he was speaking in his native tongue, hehr for her, mirrah for mirror, gun for gone. The tones of his own voice took him right back to his early days in the Stateshis father working long hours and living life sober, his mother spending long hours not. Bleak landscapes, bullies from a nearby high school. Until salvation: the familys move to a place far kinder than South Hills, a place where even the language was softer and more elegant.

The reporter said, But call me Eduardo. Please.

And Im Roberto.

The name was really Robert but that smacked of lawyers on Wall Street and politicians in Washington and generals on the battlefields sowing foreign ground with the bodies of the locals like cheap seeds.

Hence, Roberto.

You live in Argentina, Moreno said to the journalist, who was a slight man, balding and dressed in a tie-less blue shirt and threadbare black suit. Buenos Aires?

Thats right.

Do you know about the name of the city?

De la Rua said no; he wasnt a native.

The meaning is good air, of course, Moreno said. He read extensivelyseveral books a week, much of it Latin American literature and history. But the air referred to was in Sardinia, Italy, not Argentina. So called after a settlement on top of a hill in Cagliari. The settlement was above the, let us say, pungent smells of the old city and was accordingly named Buen Ayre. The Spanish explorer who discovered what became Buenos Aires named it after that settlement. Of course that was the first settlement of the city. They were wiped out by the natives, who didnt enjoy the exploitation by Europe.

De la Rua said, Even your anecdotes have a decidedly anti-colonial flavor.

Moreno laughed. But the humor vanished and he looked quickly out the window again.

That damn glint of light. Still, though, he could see nothing but trees and plants in the garden and that hazy line of land a mile away. The inn was on the largely deserted southwest coast of New Providence, the island in the Bahamas where Nassau was located. The grounds were fenced and guarded. And the garden was reserved for this suite alone and protected by a high fence to the north and south, with the beach to the west.

No one was there. No one could be there.

A bird, perhaps. A flutter of leaf.

Simon had checked the grounds not long ago. Moreno glanced at him now, a large, quiet Brazilian, dark-complected, wearing a nice suitMorenos guard dressed better than he did, though not flashy. Simon, in his thirties, looked appropriately dangerous, as one would expect, and want, in this profession but he wasnt a thug. Hed been an officer in the army, before going civilian as a security expert.

He was also very good at his job. Simons head swiveled; hed become aware of his bosss gaze and immediately stepped to the window, looking out.

Just a flash of light, Moreno explained.

The bodyguard suggested drawing the shades.

I think not.

Moreno had decided that Eduardo de la Rua, whod flown here coach class at his own expense from the city of good air, deserved to enjoy the beautiful view. He wouldnt get to experience much luxury, as a hardworking journalist known for reporting the truth, rather than producing puff pieces for corporate officials and politicians. Moreno also decided to take the man to a very nice meal at the South Cove Inns fine restaurant for lunch.

Simon gazed outside once more, returned to his chair and picked up a magazine.

De la Rua clicked on the tape recorder. Now, may I?

Please. Moreno turned his full attention to the journalist.

Mr. Moreno, your Local Empowerment Movement has just opened an office in Argentina, the first in the country. Could you tell me how you conceived the idea? And what your group does?

Moreno had given this lecture dozens of times. It varied, based on the particular journalist or audience, but the core was simple: to encourage indigenous people to reject U.S. government and corporate influence by becoming self-sufficient, notably through microlending, microagriculture and microbusiness.

He now told the reporter, We resist American corporate development. And the governments aid and social programs, whose purpose, after all, is simply to addict us to their values. We are not viewed as human beings; we are viewed as a source of cheap labor and a market for American goods. Do you see the vicious cycle? Our people are exploited in American-owned factories and then seduced into buying products from those same companies.

The journalist said, Ive written much about business investment in Argentina and other South American countries. And I know about your movement, which also makes such investments. One could argue you rail against capitalism yet you embrace it.

Moreno brushed his longish hair, black and prematurely gray. No, I rail against the misuse of capitalismthe American misuse of capitalism in particular. I am using business as a weapon. Only fools rely on ideology exclusively for change. Ideas are the rudder. Money is the propeller.

The reporter smiled. I will use that as my lead. Now, some people say, Ive read some people say you are a revolutionary.

Ha, Im a loudmouth, thats all I am! The smile faded. But mark my words, while the world is focusing on the Middle East, everyone has missed the birth of a far more powerful force: Latin America. Thats what I represent. The new order. We cant be ignored any longer.

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