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New York Times bestselling author David Hagberg pits The Expediter’s Kirk McGarvey against people who mean to destroy our future.

It’s a pleasant summer afternoon off Florida’s east coast, where NOAA scientist Dr. Eve Larsen is on the verge of a breakthrough. Not only does she have the answers to climate change, she also has the technology to stop killer storms across the planet.

At that moment, contract killer Brian DeCamp walks into the ...

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Overview

New York Times bestselling author David Hagberg pits The Expediter’s Kirk McGarvey against people who mean to destroy our future.

It’s a pleasant summer afternoon off Florida’s east coast, where NOAA scientist Dr. Eve Larsen is on the verge of a breakthrough. Not only does she have the answers to climate change, she also has the technology to stop killer storms across the planet.

At that moment, contract killer Brian DeCamp walks into the nearby Hutchinson Island Nuclear Power Station, aiming to cause a meltdown more devastating than Chernobyl. Luckily, former CIA director Kirk McGarvey manages to thwart the catastrophe. But the failed sabotage sets off a terrifying chain of events as McGarvey follows a trail of assassinations and dirty money that leads to power brokers who will stop at nothing to see Dr. Larsen’s project fail—enemies far more ruthless than McGarvey could ever have imagined.

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Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
“A knockout.”

—Douglas Preston, New York Times bestselling author of Impact

“A timely and frightening novel. Readers will be left thinking, This could really happen.”

—Kirkus Reviews

“Abyss is a wake-up call about our energy addiction. Inventive, dramatic, with jaw-dropping new energy ideas, you won’t be able to put it down.”

Former United States Senator Byron L. Dorgan

“Readers will cheer as the doughty McGarvey puts aside his personal problems, shoulders the load, and soldiers on.”

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Publishers Weekly
In 2010's The Cabal, former CIA director Kirk McGarvey suffered the loss of his immediate family. His CIA agent son-in-law, Todd, was murdered, then McGarvey's wife and daughter were killed by an IED that exploded at Todd's Arlington Cemetery funeral. After avenging their deaths, McGarvey retreated to a lonely island to grieve. Now, in Hagberg's solid if overlong 15th Kirk McGarvey adventure, McGarvey, who was once a CIA assassin, is back in the real world helping train others in the deadly arts. When villains sabotage a science experiment involving giant undersea impellers able to generate enough electricity to do away with America's reliance on foreign oil, McGarvey investigates. This new technology, developed by Dr. Eve Larsen, threatens to economically gut the world's oil producers, so trouble is in store for Eve, and only McGarvey can keep her and her innovative technology alive. Readers will cheer as the doughty McGarvey puts aside his personal problems, shoulders the load, and soldiers on. (June)
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"In Abyss, David Hagberg deftly blends action and cutting-edge technology into a well-crafted, intelligent thriller that scores a knock-out reminiscent of classic Clive Cussler, while delivering a vital message.  I love this guy, and Abyss is one of his best."

—Douglas Preston, New York Times bestselling author of Impact

“A timely thriller that examines the world of alternative energy while keeping the bullets flying…Hagberg clearly did his research here and forces the reader to confront tough questions about energy sources and the environment. Another winner from Hagberg.”

Booklist on Abyss

“Ex-CIA chief Kirk McGarvey fends off charlatans and terrorists in this exciting and largely plausible eco-thriller…. a timely and frightening novel. Readers will be left thinking, This could really happen.”

Kirkus Reviews on Abyss

"Abyss is a magnificently imaginative work that plunges into the core issues of our time, from humanity's ever-greater craving for enegry to corruption that stops at nothing—from environmental destructon to murder. In a thrilling tale of unlikely alliances, personal courage and shocking threats to our future, Hagberg has outdone himself in excitement, timeliness and sheer reading pleasure."

—Ralph Peters, New York Times bestselling author of The War After Armageddon

 

"There's nothing better than a writer who thinks big and goes long. And here's David Hagberg, thinking as big as you can get in a terrific new novel called Abyss. If Tom Clancy sat down with the smartest enegry experts at Harvard, they could not have hatched anything half as good. So think big with Hagberg, and you'll go long into the night with his new novel."

—William Martin, New York Times bestselling author of City of Dreams

Kirkus Reviews

Ex-CIA chief Kirk McGarvey fends off charlatans and terrorists in this exciting and largely plausible eco-thriller.

Powerful oil interests concoct a plot to make all other forms of energy repugnant to the public, and where better to begin than with destroying a nuclear power plant? That done and the public duly frightened, the conspirators turn on Dr. Evelyn Larsen, a scientist who has devised a plan to supply energy using non-polluting ocean power. The public face of the anti-everything-but-oil campaign is a cynical preacher with presidential ambitions, while behind the scenes a South African mercenary spills plenty of blood with exceeding skill. McGarvey is a smart, level-headed hero whose most effective weapon is his brain as he matches wits with some highly talented criminals. Quite a few characters are introduced before McGarvey finally walks onstage in Chapter Eight, and that seems to fit his relatively modest temperament. The pacing is good, though occasionally the momentum hiccups for an explanation of a new character's background. One man's speech tic has him often saying, "honest injun, kemo sabe," an expression that should have been retired with Tonto and the Lone Ranger. Also, an important female character likes to demean the Nobel Prize–winning Larsen as "the lady scientist," which feels both irritating and implausible, though one of the two women may turn out to be McGarvey's love interest. Other than those few quirks, the book moves along well and would make an entertaining movie with plenty of great visual effects.

Given the BP oil spill and the Fukushima Daiichi nuclear disaster,this is a timely and frightening novel. Readers will be left thinking,This could really happen.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780765363732
  • Publisher: Doherty, Tom Associates, LLC
  • Publication date: 1/31/2012
  • Series: Kirk McGarvey Series , #15
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 624
  • Sales rank: 487,881
  • Product dimensions: 4.10 (w) x 7.40 (h) x 1.50 (d)

Meet the Author

DAVID HAGBERG is a New York Times bestselling author and former U.S. Air Force cryptographer who has traveled extensively in Europe, the Arctic, and the Caribbean. He has published more than twenty novels of suspense, including the bestselling Soldier of God, Allah’s Scorpion, Dance with the Dragon and The Expediter. Hagberg has won three American Mystery Awards and was a finalist for the American Book Award. He makes his home in Sarasota, Florida.

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ONE

 

Brian DeCamp, forty-three, slender with thinning sand-colored hair, unremarkable in looks and stature, parked his rental Ford Taurus next to a tour bus in the visitors center of the Hutchinson Island Nuclear Power Plant on Florida’s east coast eighty miles north of Miami. It was a few minutes before noon on a sunny day, but driving up along A1A, the highway that paralleled the ocean, he’d not really noticed the beaches or the occasional stretches of pretty scenery. Instead he’d mentally prepared himself for what was coming next.

Prepare first, shoot second, and you might just live to return to base. Never underestimate your enemy. Kill whenever, wherever the chance presents itself. Take no prisoners. Show no mercy. Wage total war, not police actions.

He’d learned those lessons from his days as a young lieutenant in the South African Defence Force’s Buffalo Battalion.

The Battalion’s primary mission had been to fight a brutal unconventional war behind enemy lines in Angola. And he’d been damned good, so that when he finally walked away seventeen years ago when the South African government had betrayed the unit by disbanding it and disavowing its tactics, he’d been one of the most decorated and youngest full bird colonels in any South African unit.

And he’d been a bitter man because he’d been forced to leave the intense camaraderie and esprit de corps of men who had shared the fighting and violent deaths with a sense of purpose; the holy zeal for the motherland, for the empire.

In the end the Battalion’s ideal had arisen from a letter a Roman centurion had written to a cousin back in Rome when the center began to fall apart:

Make haste to reassure me, I beg you, and tell me that our fellow citizens understand us, support us and protect us as we ourselves are protecting the glory of the Empire.

If it should be otherwise, if we should have to leave our bleached bones on the desert sands in vain, then beware of the anger of the Legions!

He got out of the car and headed across to the low building called Energy Encounter that served as the facility’s visitors center and he was still surprised at how easy it had been to get permission for a tour of the plant, though it had taken him the better part of the year to put everything together before he’d applied. It was silly, actually, after 9/11, for Homeland Security and the National Nuclear Security Administration to be so lax with such vulnerable targets that had the potential for destruction and loss of lives a hundred times worse than the World Trade Center.

He’d gotten the first call eight days ago from Achmed bin Helbawi, who’d reported that everything at the plant was in readiness. The Semtex and detonators were in place along with the weapons he’d smuggled in piece by piece over the past weeks. The Saudi- and French-educated New al-Quaeda operative had worked at the plant as an engineer in the control room for ten months under the name Thomas Forcier, and already he’d built up a reputation as an intelligent, cheerful, and reliable employee. Everyone liked Tom. He’d made no enemies.

DeCamp’s application for a tour had required a social security number, which he’d supplied under the name Robert Benson, a high school teacher from San Francisco. The name and the number were legitimate, but Benson was dead, his disappearance not yet reported because he was on vacation. In fact, that part of the op had been the most difficult to figure out. DeCamp had hacked into the databases of several San Francisco high schools before coming up with a dozen possibilities—teachers about the right size and build, who were single and lived alone. And it had taken even longer to find out who would be leaving town at the right time.

Benson, who was a homosexual, fit the bill, and two nights before he was scheduled to fly to Hawaii, DeCamp had followed him from a gay bar back to his apartment. Posing as an interested guy from the club, DeCamp got into the apartment without a fuss, had broken the man’s neck, and then telephoned Delta Airlines to cancel his flight.

That same night DeCamp had sealed the body in a plastic sheet with duct tape so that no odors of decomposition would escape to alert the neighbors and stuffed the body in the bedroom closet.

He took Benson’s identification and laptop to his hotel, where in the morning he went online to apply for a tour pass, which came three days later. After he’d altered his appearance with hair dye and glasses and then Benson’s driver’s license, substituting his own photograph, he’d left for Miami to wait for the final call from bin Helbawi giving the time and date that the next large tour group was scheduled.

The power plant’s twin pressurized water reactors, housed in a pair of heavily reinforced containment buildings like giant farm silos, dominated the facility that sprawled over an 1,100-acre site on Hutchinson Island, which looked more like some manufacturing operation than an electrical generating station. A maze of buildings were interconnected by large piping, umbilical cords that sent nonradioactive steam from inside the containment domes to the turbines and generators, returning the cooled steam back to the heat exchanger attached to the reactor. Two wide canals brought seawater for cooling from the ocean just across the highway.

Producing 1,700 megawatts, the plant supplied a significant portion of Florida’s power needs, and should there ever be an accidental release of nuclear materials, which would happen in about four hours, more than 140,000 people in a ten-mile radius would have to be evacuated or be in trouble.

That part of the operation was of no interest to DeCamp because by then he would be flying first class aboard a Delta jet back to Paris and from there by train to his home in the south of France where he could return to his flower gardens and pastoral existence.

It was just noon when he presented his visitor’s pass and driver’s license to one of the women behind the counter in the busy lobby of what looked like one of the attractions at Disney’s Epcot. An animated model of the facility took up an adjacent room, and everywhere on the walls and scattered around the center were interactive flat-screen televisions, models of atoms and other displays where people, either not taking the tour or who had already been, were wandering. A group of middle school children and their chaperones were doing something at several computer screens, and overall there was a muted buzz of conversation. No one was speaking much above a whisper. Just out the door and through the secured area fences were a pair of nuclear reactors, practically atomic bombs in some people’s minds, devices that were even holier and scarier than churches. This was a place of respect and awe.

The clerk compared the photograph to DeCamp’s face then laid it on a card reader, which was connected to a nationwide police database, something DeCamp had already done. Benson had come up clean.

When she was finished she looked up and smiled. “You have a choice, sir. You can join the Orlando tour, which starts in ten minutes, or wait for the next regular one, which begins at two. You might want to wait because the two o’clock has four people booked. The noon has eighteen. And the one o’clock is just for the schoolchildren.”

DeCamp nodded. “Actually I’m supposed to be in Jacksonville later this afternoon, so if it’s okay I’ll tag along with the Orlando group.”

“Yes, sir.”

She handed him a packet of materials containing cutaway diagrams of the plant’s reactors, turbines, and generators, as well as a map of the site, all the buildings and their functions, including the main control room in the South Service Building, labeled, which was incredible, and DeCamp had to suppress a smile. He was here to damage the facility, and they had given him a blueprint of the bloody place.

“You’ll need this as well,” she said, handing him a bright orange visitor’s pass on a lanyard. “Please keep it around your neck and in plain sight at all times. Our Barker security people get nervous otherwise.”

“Of course,” DeCamp said.

As well they should. It hadn’t been difficult to dredge up profiles on most of the two dozen or so security people and any number of so-called security lapses over the past eight or ten years, including the shortcuts that guards on patrol routinely took, apparently because they’d wanted to get back inside and watch television. Early in 2003 some new fuel containers had been delivered to the plant aboard a flatbed truck, which was parked just outside the radiologically controlled area (RCA) fence. But the containers were sealed at only one end, and no one had bothered to search them before they were admitted too close to the containment domes and the RCA backyard and one of the fuel-handling buildings. And this had been going on for some time before that incident. The year before, Barker’s people doing access control duty let an unauthorized visitor into the protected area of the plant where he somehow managed to get inside the South Service Building without an escort and without being challenged.

The only really good improvement was the closed-circuit television system, with cameras in a lot of the sensitive areas. That information had not been available online, of course, but bin Helbawi had sent him a detailed sketch map of the camera locations, which he memorized, and for a hefty price a Swiss engineer, with whom he’d done business before, had supplied him with a device that could freeze any camera for a few seconds at a time. Disguised as an ordinary cell phone, entering 000 then

• would activate the clever circuit, yet the device actually worked as a cell phone.

The tour group people, most of them middle-aged men and women, not too different in appearance from DeCamp, were passing through an electronic security arch one by one, after first putting their wallets, keys, watches, and cell phones into little plastic containers that were sent through a scanner. It was the same sort of setup used in airports, and just as easy to foil.

Putting the visitor’s pass around his neck, DeCamp joined the queue, where he placed his wallet, watch, cell phone, and money clip with a few hundred dollars into a plastic tray, and when it was his turn he stepped through the arch under the watchful eye of an unarmed security guard in uniform.

Besides the man seated behind the scanner examining what was coming through in the plastic buckets, two other security guards stood to one side as the tour group gathered in front of an attractive young woman dressed in a khaki skirt and a blue blazer with the insignia of Sunshine State Power & Light on the left breast. She was smiling brightly and DeCamp noticed the two guards watching her rather than the people in the tour group, and he thought that it was a wonder that this place hadn’t been hit yet. No one here seemed to think that such a thing was possible, let alone feasible.

“Welcome to Sunshine State Power and Light’s Hutchinson Island Nuclear Power Plant,” the young woman said when DeCamp and everyone else had recovered their belongings from the scanner. “My name is Debbie Winger—just like the movie actress.”

A few of the men in the group chuckled.

“I’ll be your guide for this afternoon’s ninety-minute tour. But before we get started I need to go over a few ground rules with you. This is a working electrical generating facility, and therefore some areas are strictly off limits—simply because they’re too dangerous. So, rule number one, everyone stick together and no wandering off on your own. Once we go out the door behind me, you’ll be given hard hats. So, rule number two is that you wear them at all times.” Her smile widened even further. “If you have a question, please don’t hesitate to ask. And the last rule is, enjoy the tour.”

 

Copyright © 2011 by David Hagberg

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 9, 2012

    Beyond McGarvey

    Not the most intense of the series, but I really enjoyed the dark portrayal of big oil vs. environmentalism. Makes you stop and wonder about what powerful foes green energy has in the real world.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 10, 2012

    A terrible disappointment !

    I have been a major David Hagberg fan since high school.
    This book,however was an utter disappointment . Loaded up with politically correct crap about global warming, the book dragged through page after page of tepid dialogue with little action. Nor could anyone believe that any person who was the former director of the CIA would end up working as a solo security guard. Do not spend your money.

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  • Posted June 22, 2011

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    Outstanding

    NOAA scientist Dr. Eve Larsen and her multinational team are conducting experiments to harness currents off the Florida coast in the Gulf Stream as a means to create a new cheap energy source. She believes she has developed the technology to reduce the reliance on oil, end global warming and eliminate monstrous storms; the world supports her research with trillions.

    Contract killer Brian DeCamp enters the Hutchinson Island Nuclear Power Station with plans to cause a meltdown exponentially worse than Chernobyl. Former CIA director Kirk McGarvey, still grieving over the recent deaths of his son, wife and daughter (see Cabal), prevents the disaster from occurring. However, Big Oil has turned to the Gulf Stream experiment to insure that ocean current power fails.

    McGarvey still grieves the deaths of his loved ones, but keeping Eve and her technology safe gives the dedicated retired agent a reason to return to the living as once a field operative always a filed operative. Action-packed from the onset and overall fast-paced though some stretches of the story line seem decelerated, readers will enjoy the return of psychologically damaged McGarvey as the Caribbean assignment allows him to move on a little though he will take to his grave the pain of the deaths of his wife and adult children.

    Harriet Klausner

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