The Never Game by Jeffery Deaver (English) Paperback Book

Description: The Never Game by Jeffery Deaver The first installment in Jeffery Deavers Colter Shaw series—the inspiration for the CBS original series TRACKER starring Justin Hartley!The son of a survivalist family, Colter Shaw is an expert tracker. Now he makes a living as a "reward seeker," traveling the country to help police solve crimes and locate missing persons for private citizens. "Youve been abandoned. Escape if you can. Or die with dignity."Hired by the father of a young woman who has gone missing in Silicon Valley, Shaws search takes him into the dark heart of Americas cutthroat billion-dollar video-game industry. When another person goes missing, Shaw must ask: Is a madman bringing a twisted video game to life?Encountering eccentric designers, trigger-happy gamers, and ruthless tech titans, Shaw soon learns that he isnt the only one on the hunt: someone is on his trail and closing fast....Named a Crime Novel of the Year by The New York Times Book Review, The Never Game proves once more why "Deaver is a genius when it comes to manipulation and deception" (Associated Press). FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Author Biography Jeffery Deaver is the #1 international bestselling author of more than forty novels, three collections of short stories, and a nonfiction law book. His books are sold in 150 countries and translated into 25 languages. His first novel featuring Lincoln Rhyme, The Bone Collector, was made into a major motion picture starring Denzel Washington and Angelina Jolie. Hes received or been shortlisted for a number of awards around the world, including Novel of the Year by the International Thriller Writers and the Steel Dagger from the Crime Writers Association in the United Kingdom. In 2014, he was the recipient of three lifetime achievement awards. A former journalist, folksinger, and attorney, he was born outside of Chicago and has a bachelor of journalism degree from the University of Missouri and a law degree from Fordham University. Review Praise for The Never Game"Jeffery Deaver creates insanely devious plots calculated to make your head explode…[The Never Game] dazzles with its crafty twists and turns."—The New York Times Book Review"Deaver introduces a fascinating new character in the methodical Colter Shaw. Nothing is predictable in the case, and like a curvy mountain road, the twists are intense. Hopefully more stories with Shaw are in the future."—Associated Press"[A] superb series launch from Thriller Award winner Deaver…Fans of twisty suspense that pushes the envelope of plausibility without inviting disbelief will be enthralled."—Publishers Weekly (starred review)"The story is—this will come as no surprise to Deavers many fans—full of twists and right-angle turns, and a second Colter Shaw novel feels not just inevitable but mandatory. Deaver is a hit maker who always delivers the goods."—Booklist"Award-winning author Deaver introduces an engaging new protagonist with staying power. Colters backstory is fascinating and his persona as much a part of the tale as the crime itself. This is a sure bet for fans of suspense and will find a home with those who like their protagonists to be a central part of the mystery."—Library Journal"As always Deaver gets you in his stealthy grip on page one, and then takes you on a wild and inventive ride...this time with new star character Colter Shaw. No one in the world does this kind of thing better than Deaver."—Lee Child"With a twisty plot, riveting characters, and relentless suspense, The Never Game fires on every single cylinder. Readers will delight in this compelling new character from one of the finest suspense writers in the field. I always look forward to the new Deaver, but this one tops them all."—Karin Slaughter"Lightning-fast and loaded with twists, The Never Game is a thrill a minute from one of the best. Dont miss it."—Harlan Coben"Jeffery Deaver is a one of our most exciting storytellers, and The Never Game pulls off the remarkable feat of intertwining a devilish plot with unforgettable characters, fascinating disquisitions with propulsive action, every element conspiring to make it almost impossible to not turn the page. I absolutely loved it."—Chris Pavone"Jeffery Deaver knows how to deliver exactly what a reader wants. He has a gift for place and character and, here, the tension ratchets up, page by page, as we follow the exploits of a new hero. Crisply plotted and fraught with danger."—Steve Berry"Terrific writing, vivid and raw, Deaver grips from the very first line and never lets up. He is, hands-down, one of the finest thriller writers of our time."—Peter James"The Never Game is the very definition of a page-turner."—Ian Rankin "Grabbing you from the first page, Jeffery Deaver crafts a devilish plot that unfolds with breakneck speed. An excellent start to a new series, Colter Shaw has comfortably nestled onto the bench with Lincoln Rhyme and Kathryn Dance - one of our best literary puppet-masters at the end of all their strings."—J.D. Barker"Jeffery Deaver scores yet again with a fascinating new detective, Colter Shaw, and a plot as full of thrills and twists and turns as you would expect from him. With The Never Game you know you are in the hands of a master. But be warned—dont start this too late in the evening because sleep would be an annoying interruption once youve started reading!"—Peter Robinson"[The Never Game] has film adaptation written all over it."—Bookpage"I loved The Never Game and I particularly loved its hero, Colter Shaw, the original and fascinating investigator at the heart of the book. Its a twisty keep you up all nightpage-turner of a book with a wonderfully human core. A fantastic read."—Kate Hamer, author of The Girl in the Red Coat Review Quote Praise for The Never Game "Jeffery Deaver creates insanely devious plots calculated to make your head explode...[ The Never Game ] dazzles with its crafty twists and turns." -- The New York Times Book Review "Deaver introduces a fascinating new character in the methodical Colter Shaw. Nothing is predictable in the case, and like a curvy mountain road, the twists are intense. Hopefully more stories with Shaw are in the future." --Associated Press "[A] superb series launch from Thriller Award winner Deaver...Fans of twisty suspense that pushes the envelope of plausibility without inviting disbelief will be enthralled."-- Publishers Weekly (starred review) "The story is--this will come as no surprise to Deavers many fans--full of twists and right-angle turns, and a second Colter Shaw novel feels not just inevitable but mandatory. Deaver is a hit maker who always delivers the goods." -- Booklist "Award-winning author Deaver introduces an engaging new protagonist with staying power. Colters backstory is fascinating and his persona as much a part of the tale as the crime itself. This is a sure bet for fans of suspense and will find a home with those who like their protagonists to be a central part of the mystery." -- Library Journal "As always Deaver gets you in his stealthy grip on page one, and then takes you on a wild and inventive ride...this time with new star character Colter Shaw. No one in the world does this kind of thing better than Deaver." --Lee Child "With a twisty plot, riveting characters, and relentless suspense, The Never Game fires on every single cylinder. Readers will delight in this compelling new character from one of the finest suspense writers in the field. I always look forward to the new Deaver, but this one tops them all." --Karin Slaughter "Lightning-fast and loaded with twists, The Never Game is a thrill a minute from one of the best. Dont miss it." --Harlan Coben "Jeffery Deaver is a one of our most exciting storytellers, and The Never Game pulls off the remarkable feat of intertwining a devilish plot with unforgettable characters, fascinating disquisitions with propulsive action, every element conspiring to make it almost impossible to not turn the page. I absolutely loved it." --Chris Pavone "Jeffery Deaver knows how to deliver exactly what a reader wants. He has a gift for place and character and, here, the tension ratchets up, page by page, as we follow the exploits of a new hero. Crisply plotted and fraught with danger." --Steve Berry "Terrific writing, vivid and raw, Deaver grips from the very first line and never lets up. He is, hands-down, one of the finest thriller writers of our time." --Peter James " The Never Game is the very definition of a page-turner." --Ian Rankin "Grabbing you from the first page, Jeffery Deaver crafts a devilish plot that unfolds with breakneck speed. An excellent start to a new series, Colter Shaw has comfortably nestled onto the bench with Lincoln Rhyme and Kathryn Dance - one of our best literary puppet-masters at the end of all their strings." --J.D. Barker "Jeffery Deaver scores yet again with a fascinating new detective, Colter Shaw, and a plot as full of thrills and twists and turns as you would expect from him. With The Never Game you know you are in the hands of a master. But be warned--dont start this too late in the evening because sleep would be an annoying interruption once youve started reading!" --Peter Robinson "[ The Never Game ] has film adaptation written all over it." -- Bookpage "I loved The Never Game and I particularly loved its hero, Colter Shaw, the original and fascinating investigator at the heart of the book. Its a twisty keep you up all nightpage-turner of a book with a wonderfully human core. A fantastic read." -- Kate Hamer, author of The Girl in the Red Coat Excerpt from Book 1. He asked the woman to repeat herself. "That thing they throw," she said. "With the burning rag in it?" "They throw?" "Like at riots? A bottle. You see em on TV." Colter Shaw said, "A Molotov cocktail." "Yeah, yeah," Carole was saying. "I think he had one." "Was it burning? The rag part?" "No. But, you know . . ." Caroles voice was raspy, though she wasnt presently a smoker that Shaw had seen or smelled. She was draped with a green dress of limp cloth. Her natural expression seemed to be one of concern yet this morning it was more troubled than usual. "He was over there." She pointed. The Oak View RV park, one of the scruffier that Shaw had stayed at, was ringed with trees, mostly scrub oak and pine, some dead, all dry. And thick. Hard to see "over there." "You called the police?" A pause. "No, if it wasnt a . . . What again?" "Molotov cocktail." "If he didnt have one, itd be embarrassing. And I call the cops enough, for stuff here." Shaw knew dozens of RV park owners around the country. Mostly couples, as its a good gig for middle-aged marrieds. If theres just a single manager, like Carole, it was usually a she, and she was usually a widow. They tend to dial 911 for camp disputes more than their late husbands, men who often went about armed. "On the other hand," she continued, "fire. Here. You know." California was a tinderbox, as anybody who watched the news knew. You think of state parks and suburbs and agricultural fields; cities, though, werent immune to natures conflagrations. Shaw believed that one of the worst brush fires in the history of the state had been in Oakland, very near where they were now standing. "Sometimes, I kick somebody out, they say theyll come back and get even." She added with astonishment, "Even when I caught them stealing forty amps when they paid for twenty. Some people. Really." He asked, "And you want me to . . . ?" "I dont know, Mr. Shaw. Just take a look. Could you take a look? Please?" Shaw squinted through the flora and saw, maybe, motion that wasnt from the breeze. A person walking slowly? And if so did the pace mean that he was moving tactically-that is, with some mischief in mind? Caroles eyes were on Shaw, regarding him in a particular way. This happened with some frequency. He was a civilian, never said he was anything else. But he had cop fiber. Shaw circled to the front of the park and walked on the cracked and uneven sidewalk, then on the grassy shoulder of the unbusy road in this unbusy corner of the city. Yes, there was a man, in dark jacket, blue jeans and black stocking cap, some twenty yards ahead. He wore boots that could be helpful on a hike through brush and equally helpful to stomp an opponent. And, yes, either he was armed with a gas bomb or he was holding a Corona and a napkin in the same hand. Early for a beer some places; not in this part of Oakland. Shaw slipped off the shoulder into the foliage to his right and walked more quickly, though with care to stay silent. The needles that had pitched from branch to ground in droves over the several past seasons made stealth easy. Whoever this might be, vengeful lodger or not, he was well past Caroles cabin. So she wasnt at personal risk. But Shaw wasnt giving the guy a pass just yet. This felt wrong. Now the fellow was approaching the part of the RV camp where Shaws Winnebago was parked, among many other RVs. Shaw had more than a passing interest in Molotov cocktails. Several years ago, hed been searching for a fugitive on the lam for an oil scam in Oklahoma when somebody pitched a gas bomb through the windshield of his camper. The craft burned to the rims in twenty minutes, personal effects saved in the nick. Shaw still carried a distinct and unpleasant scent memory of the air surrounding the metal carcass. The percentage likelihood that Shaw would be attacked by two Russian-inspired weapons in one lifetime, let alone within several years, had to be pretty small. Shaw put it at five percent. A figure made smaller yet by the fact that he had come to the Oakland/Berkeley area on personal business, not to ruin a fugitives life. And while Shaw had committed a transgression yesterday, the remedy for that offense wouldve been a verbal lashing, a confrontation with a beefy security guard or, at worst, the police. Not a firebomb. Shaw was now only ten yards behind the man, who was scanning the area-looking into the trailer park as well as up and down the road and at several abandoned buildings across it. The man was trim, white, with a clean-shaven face. He was about five-eight, Shaw estimated. The mans facial skin was pocked. Under the cap, his brown hair seemed to be cut short. There was a rodent-like quality to his appearance and his movements. In the mans posture Shaw read ex-military. Shaw himself was not, though he had friends and acquaintances who were, and he had spent a portion of his youth in quasi-military training, quizzed regularly on the updated U.S. Army Survival Manual FM 21-76. And the man was indeed holding a Molotov cocktail. The napkin was stuffed into the neck of the bottle and Shaw could smell gasoline. Shaw was familiar with revolver, semiautomatic pistol, semiautomatic rifle, bolt-action rifle, shotgun, bow and arrow and slingshot. And he had more than a passing interest in blades. He now withdrew from his pocket the weapon he used most frequently: his mobile, presently an iPhone. He punched some keys and, when the police and fire emergency dispatcher answered, whispered his location and what he was looking at. Then he hung up. He typed a few more commands and slipped the cell into the breast pocket of his dark plaid sport coat. He thought, with chagrin, about his transgression yesterday and wondered if the call would somehow allow the authorities to identify and collar him. This seemed unlikely. Shaw had decided to wait for the arrival of the pros. Which is when a cigarette lighter appeared in the mans hand with no cigarette to accompany it. That settled the matter. Shaw stepped from the bushes and closed the distance. "Morning." The man turned quickly, crouching. Shaw noted that he didnt reach for his belt or inside pocket. This might have been because he didnt want to drop the gas bomb-or because he wasnt armed. Or because he was a pro and knew exactly where his gun was and how many seconds it would take to draw and aim and fire. Narrow eyes, set in a narrow face, looked Shaw over for guns and then for less weaponly threats. He took in the black jeans, black Ecco shoes, gray-striped shirt and the jacket. Short-cut blond hair lying close to his head. Rodent would have thought "cop," yet the moment for a badge to appear and an official voice to ask for ID or some such had come and gone. He had concluded that Shaw was civilian. And not one to be taken lightly. Shaw was about one-eighty, just shy of six feet, and broad, with strappy muscle. A small scar on cheek, a larger one on neck. He didnt run as a hobby but he rock-climbed and had been a champion wrestler in college. He was in scrapping shape. His eyes held Rodents, as if tethered. "Hey there." A tenor voice, taut like a stretched fence wire. Midwest, maybe from Minnesota. Shaw glanced down at the bottle. "Could be pee, not gas, dontcha know." The mans smile was as tight as the timbre of his voice. And it was a lie. Wondering if thisd turn into a fight. Last thing Shaw wanted. He hadnt hit anybody for a long time. Didnt like it. Liked getting hit even less. "Whats that about?" Shaw nodded at the bottle in the mans hand. "Who are you?" "A tourist." "Tourist." The man debated, eyes rising and falling. "I live up the street. Theres some rats in an abandoned lot next to me. I was going to burn them out." "California? The driest June in ten years?" Shaw had made that up but whod know? Not that it mattered. There was no lot and there were no rats, though the fact that the man had brought it up suggested he might have burned rats alive in the past. This was where dislike joined caution. Never let an animal suffer . . . Then Shaw was looking over the mans shoulder-toward the spot hed been headed for. A vacant lot, true, though it was next to an old commercial building. Not the imaginary vacant lot next to the mans imaginary home. The mans eyes narrowed further, reacting to the bleat of the approaching police car. "Really?" Rodent grimaced, meaning: You had to call it in? He muttered something else too. Shaw said, "Set it down. Now." The man didnt. He calmly lit the gasoline-soaked rag, which churned with fire, and like a pitcher aiming for a strike, eyed Shaw keenly and flung the bomb his way. 2. Molotov cocktails dont blow up-theres not enough oxygen inside a sealed bottle. The burning rag fuse ignites the spreading gas when the glass shatters. Which this one did, efficiently and with modest spectacle. A silent fireball rose about four feet in the air. Shaw dodged the risk of singe and Carole ran, screaming, to her cabin. Shaw debated pursuit, but the crescent of grass on the shoulder was burning crisply and getting slowly closer to tall shrubs. He vaulted the chain-link, spr Details ISBN0525535950 Author Jeffery Deaver Series A Colter Shaw Novel Language English Year 2020 ISBN-10 0525535950 ISBN-13 9780525535959 Format Paperback Series Number 1 UK Release Date 1900-01-01 Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2020-03-24 NZ Release Date 2020-03-24 US Release Date 2020-03-24 Publisher Penguin Putnam Inc Publication Date 2020-03-24 Imprint G P Putnams Sons DEWEY 813.54 Audience General Pages 496 We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! 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