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Jack has been on hiatus since the events in Harbingers. With his lover Gia’s encouragement he dips a toe back into the fix-it pool. Christy Pickering’s eighteen-year-old daughter is dating Jerry Bethlehem, a man twice her age. Christy sensed something shady and sinister about him, so she hired a private investigator to look into his past. But the PI isn’t returning


Jack has been on hiatus since the events in Harbingers. With his lover Gia’s encouragement he dips a toe back into the fix-it pool. Christy Pickering’s eighteen-year-old daughter is dating Jerry Bethlehem, a man twice her age. Christy sensed something shady and sinister about him, so she hired a private investigator to look into his past. But the PI isn’t returning her calls. Will Jack find out why?

Jack learns there’s a very good reason for the unreturned calls: The PI is dead, a victim of a bizarre water-torture murder. As Jack delves into Jerry Bethlehem’s past he learns that the man is not who he says he is. Who - and what - he is will have a devastating effect on Jack’s life and future, adding another piece to the puzzle of who he really is and why he’s been drafted into this cosmic shadow war.

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Publishers Weekly

A monstrous scheme to create an evil superman through crude efforts at gene jiggering bedevils urban mercenary Repairman Jack in his 11th outing (after 2006's Harbingers). When Jack, a New York City paranormal "fixer," agrees to help Christy Pickering break up a relationship between her 18-year-old daughter and an older man, Jerry Bethlehem, he discovers Bethlehem is a violent criminal whose past includes abortion clinic bombings and a stay at a government-funded clinic conducting DNA research. Pickering is circumspect about her own background and her daughter's paternity. When Jack probes unspoken links between Pickering and Bethlehem, his investigation intrudes inexplicably upon a shady self-help guru. Sinuous plot twists and shocking revelations abound, but Wilson manages to pull these wildly disparate plot threads together, and tie them dexterously to the series' overarching chronicle of a battle between occult forces in which Jack serves as a reluctant but responsible warrior. Like its predecessors, this novel shows why Jack's saga has become the most entertaining and dependable modern horror-thriller series. (Oct.)

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Wilson's 11th Repairman Jack thriller (Harbingers, 2006, etc.) sends that resourceful private investigator in against a couple of lowlife half brothers who share DNA from hell. In retreat from the world following an assassination attempt on his artist girlfriend Gia-a hit-and-run attack by automobile that ended the life of Jack's unborn daughter and left Gia in physical and mental shatters-Jack wants no new cases. He just wants to get Gia back on track and protect her and her daughter Vicky from any further attacks. And he would like to clear up the mystery of the Watcher, a dimly seen dude in a fedora who hangs around outside Jack's window at night but who is nowhere to be seen when Jack goes looking for him in the street. He also wants to get the story on the Compendium, a spooky book he's got custody of. So he is in no mood to take on the case offered by single mother Christy Pickering, who wants her unlovely teenage daughter Dawn separated from Jeremy Bolton, the oily, menacing, would-be game designer who has seduced and fascinated the much younger girl. Gia, however, presses Jack to take the case, thinking they both need to get back to normal. Normal? Jack's investigation quickly reveals that Bolton is the subject of a top-secret federal study as the possessor of a particularly nasty strain of DNA, an aberration that makes him homicidally violent. The feds have erased Bolton's criminal past to check out a serum that might make that nasty temper controllable. Bolton's half brother Hank Thompson, who has the same DNA, also pops up in the investigation. Hank is the leader of the Kickers, a mysterious new cult with roots in the Compendium. The evil half brothers are carrying out theirlate father's instructions to pass their DNA down to the next generation, all of which has to do with why Dawn is in the picture. Fast-moving nonsense that leaves things hanging for the next episode. Agent: Al Zuckerman/Writers House LLC

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Chapter 1

It was happening again . . .

In the driver’s seat, hands on the steering wheel, gunning the panel truck across Second Avenue toward the blond woman and her little girl . . .

. . . gaining speed . . .

. . . seeing their shocked, terrified expressions as he floors the gas . . .

. . . feeling the impacts as he plows into them . . .

. . . watching their limp, broken bodies flying as he races past, never slowing, never hesitating, never even looking back.

Jack awoke with his jaw locked and his fists clenched. He forced himself to relax, to reach out and lay a hand on the reassuring curve of Gia’s hip where she slumbered next to him.

The dream again. Easy enough to interpret: He blamed himself for the hit-and-run, so his mind put him behind the wheel. Obvious.

What wasn’t obvious was the timing. The dream occurred only under a certain condition: It meant the watcher was back.

Jack slipped from her bed to the window. The blinds were drawn against the glow from the streetlights. He peeked around the edge and . . .

There he was.

As usual he stood at the corner, facing Gia’s townhouse, wearing his customary homburg and overcoat; his right hand rested on the head of a walking stick. His position silhouetted him against the lights of the traffic passing on Sutton Place and caused the brim of his hat to shadow his face.

A big man and, if the slight stoop of his shoulders was any clue, elderly. Jack had first seen him outside his own apartment back in January . . . just days before the hit-and-run. And lately he’d been showing up outsideGia’s.

Jack had never been able to catch the guy. Not for lack of trying. He’d gone after him dozens of times, but the old guy seemed to know when Jack was coming.

Somehow the watcher always managed to stay one step ahead. If Jack waited inside the front door, dressed and ready to give chase, or sat in his car or hid in a doorway, watching the corner, the guy didn’t show. Last month Jack had waited ten nights in a row—inside and outside, from uptown, downtown, and crosstown vantage points.


On the eleventh night he called it quits and went to bed. That night he had the dream again and, sure enough, a peek through the blinds confirmed the watcher’s presence.

Deciding to give it another shot, Jack grabbed his jeans and hopped into them as he headed for the hall. He hurried down to the first floor and jammed his bare feet into his sneakers where they waited in the front foyer. Then out the door in a headlong dash across the street to the corner.

The empty corner.

But Jack didn’t break his stride. This had happened every time—in the half minute or less it took him to reach the street the guy in the homburg disappeared. All it took was a few steps to put him around the corner and out of sight, but there was more to it.

Jack reached the corner and kept going, racing along Sutton Place for a full block, peering into every nook and cranny along the way. Tonight’s attempt ended the same as all the others: nada.

His breath steaming in the night air, Jack stood on the deserted sidewalk, turning in a slow circle. Where did the son of a bitch go? Maybe a sleek Olympic-class sprinter could race out of sight in that short time. But some big old guy with a cane?

Didn’t make sense.

But then, why should it? Nothing else did.

Check that: Events of the past year did make sense, but not in the usual way. Not the sort of sense that the average person could understand—or want to.

Jack rubbed his bare arms. It might be spring—mid-April—but the temperature was in the low forties. A bit cool for just a T-shirt.

He took one last look around, then hurried back to Gia’s warm bed.
Copyright © 2007 by F. Paul Wilson. All rights reserved.

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F. Paul Wilson, the New York Times bestselling author of ten previous Repairman Jack novels, lives in Wall, New Jersey.

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Bloodline (Repairman Jack Series #11) 3.8 out of 5 based on 2 ratings. 20 reviews.
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One of my current favorite characters. He never fails to get me to read the next book.
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SunshineNJ More than 1 year ago
Another one of F. Paul Wilson's GREAT books!
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Guest More than 1 year ago
The central plot is a really unappealing subject. Jack engages in totally uncharacteristic, dangerous behavior (pretending to be someone else with an easily seen-through alias and meeting with the 'bad guys' several times, engaging in cold-blooded killing just to fit the plot). Author Wilson needs to get creative in order to keep Jack and his secret life 'fresh' in the post-9/11 world and needs to return to the days of the RJ 'fixes' and the creepy supernatural events.... This book is just plain disgusting and not worthy of a 'RJ' title. I was tempted, for the first time while reading a RJ story, to simply put it down. I could not wait for it to be done and am not planning on reading the next in this series.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Nothing much happens in this one. No RJ fixes or anything like that, silly stuff with an author clone of FPW, icky central plot, just generally boring. Couldn't believe I found myself skipping entire paragraphs. Never thought that would happen with RJ series!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I can hardly wait to find out what Jack is up to and as usual was not let down. Still you see changes in him from the first book. Start at the beginning and read all of them they only get better. This was the best yet.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I don't read serial characters. Never liked Alex Cross. Not a fan of Kay Scarpetta. Not really a mystery series fan at all. But I love the Repairman Jack books. They're so fast paced and unpredictable...except this one. Bloodline was way too slow. Not much happened except a bunch of throw-away characters running around talking to each other, and you can see the ending coming from ten miles away. Here's to hoping the next one will be back on track.
harstan More than 1 year ago
Filled with guilt as he knows his vocation holds him culpable for the hit and run assault on his girlfriend Gia that left her battered and their unborn dead (see HARBINGERS), Repairman Jack has quit trying to fix things. He concentrates on helping his beloved heal physically and emotionally while keeping her and her daughter Vicky safe though he would not mind learning more about the Watcher who is always near at night but never there when Jack goes to confront him.--------------- When single mother Christy Pickering asks Jack to help split up her teenage daughter Dawn from twice her age Jeremy Bolton, he says no. However, Gia demands Jack take on the case as she insists they need to return to the norm, which for Jack is repairing things. Jack learns that Bolton has captured the attention of Dawn as the first male to show interest in her. He also finds out that the Feds have a scientific interest in Bolton, who¿s DNA makes him into a homicidal beast. Bolton¿s half brother Hank Thompson shares that same violent DNA while leading the Kickers cult. The siblings know their mission as assigned to them from their late father is to sire the dawning of a next generation of evil.--------------- The latest action-packed Repairman Jack thriller is an over the top implausible tale that will grip fans from the onset. Even when Jack stays domestic to keep Gia and Vicky safe, the story line is faster than the speed of light and never decelerates as BLOODLINES sets up the book twelve. Although not the strongest entry in this terrific series, the latest saga is still an enjoyable tale.----------- Harriet Klausner