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The Brotherhood (Precinct 11 Series #1)

The Brotherhood (Precinct 11 Series #1)

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by Jerry B. Jenkins

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Boone Drake has it made. He’s a young cop rising rapidly through the ranks of the Chicago Police Department. He has a beautiful wife and a young son, a nice starter house, a great partner, and a career plan that should land him in the Organized Crime Division within five years. Everything is going right. Until everything goes horribly, terribly wrong. His


Boone Drake has it made. He’s a young cop rising rapidly through the ranks of the Chicago Police Department. He has a beautiful wife and a young son, a nice starter house, a great partner, and a career plan that should land him in the Organized Crime Division within five years. Everything is going right. Until everything goes horribly, terribly wrong. His personal life destroyed and his career and future in jeopardy, Boone buries himself in guilt and bitterness as his life spirals out of control. But when he comes face-to-face with the most vicious gang leader Chicago has seen in decades, he begins to realize that God is a God of second chances and can change the hardest heart . . . and forgive the worst of crimes. A thought-provoking police thriller from New York Times best-selling author Jerry B. Jenkins.

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Tyndale House Publishers
Publication date:
Precinct 11 Series , #1
Product dimensions:
5.90(w) x 9.10(h) x 1.30(d)

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Copyright © 2011 Jerry B. Jenkins
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-4143-0922-4

Chapter One


1:58 A.M., FRIDAY, DECEMBER 16, 2011

"Wanna take this one yourself, Rook?"

Boone Drake shot his partner a double take. The 911 dispatcher had broadcast a domestic disturbance in progress at a seedy apartment building on West Jackson Boulevard in Chicago's most dangerous precinct, Harrison, District 11.


"I mean take the lead," Jack Keller said, eyes fixed on the pavement as he maneuvered the blue and white Crown Vic squad through icy streets. "I'll have your back."

Boone didn't want to sound too eager, but there was no way he'd turn this down. He had excelled in twenty-three weeks of training at the academy and was just weeks into his eighteen-month period as a probationary police officer. Boone hoped someday he would look as comfortable in his gear as Keller did. The press described his partner as rugged or chiseled, not bad for a man in his late fifties with a short crop of gray hair.

Boone took pride in being in shape and athletic, but there was no hiding his youth. He couldn't let that get in the way if he took the lead on this call. He tightened the Velcro on his bulletproof vest and ran his fingers across his Sam Browne utility belt, including his 9mm Beretta.

"It's put up or shut up time, Boones," Keller said as they neared the address.

"Sure, I'm in."

"Head full of all that training? Planning your approach?"

Boone couldn't stifle a laugh. "All I can think of is the POLICE acronym."

Professionalism, Obligation, Leadership, Integrity, Courage, Excellence.

Keller shook his head. "Big help if this guy comes at you. Remember your moves if he's armed?"

"Hope so."

"You hope so. Well, so do I. I don't want to have to put one in a guy because you can't subdue him."

"Long as I know you're there, I'll be okay. You bringin' in the M4?"

"That's way too much firepower for inside. My 9 will be plenty."

Once Keller skidded to the curb out front, blue lights dark to avoid attention, Boone grabbed his nightstick and his uniform cap and slid out. As he slipped the stick into the ring on his belt, some druggies on the corner, their breath illuminated by the streetlight, called out, "Five-oh!"

Keller turned on them. "Shut up or you're next!"

The gangbangers cursed the cops and flashed signals but quickly disappeared. As Boone rushed the front door, it occurred to him that those types were the real reason he was a cop. It was about the gangs. It had always been about the gangs.

Keller grabbed his sleeve and slowed him. "Don't get ahead of yourself."

When Boone got inside and mashed the elevator button, Keller passed him on his way to the stairs. "On the other hand, we don't want to be waiting when someone's in danger."

They trotted up the stairs, gear jangling and leather squeaking, Boone aware of Keller panting as they reached the fourth floor. An apartment door was open a couple of inches and an elderly woman in a bathrobe peeked out, hands clasped as if in prayer. She nodded toward the next apartment.

Keller whispered to her to close and lock her door and back away from it. He unholstered his weapon and fell in behind Boone, who stepped before the next apartment. A man inside shouted; a woman whimpered.

Boone spread his feet, rapped hard, and called out, "Police department! Open the door!"

The couple fell silent.

"Now!" Boone said, laboring to sound authoritative.

The man whispered; the woman whined.

"Open the door, sir!"

"He's got a knife to my throat!"

"And I'll cut her if you try comin' in!"

"You don't want to do that, bro! Now open up and let's talk about it."

The man swore.

"Don't do anything you'll regret, man. Come on now."

The door swept open and there the man stood, reeking of alcohol, the woman locked in the crook of his arm, a six-inch steak knife at her Adam's apple. Boone ran through all his training in an instant. He knew where to grab, where to twist, how to use his weight, the angles, everything.

But when the man threw the woman aside and lunged at him, everything left Boone. He threw an uppercut so vicious that when it caught the bad guy under the chin, Boone feared he might have killed him.

The knife, which dragged a jagged tear under Boone's shirt pocket but had not damaged his vest, went flying. The man's head snapped back, his feet left the floor, and when he landed, he tumbled back and smacked his head against the far wall as he dropped in a heap.

The woman squealed and ran to him, falling to her knees. Boone held her back as Keller radioed for an ambulance.

Two hours later, as Boone banged out his report, the woman had been pronounced healthy and returned home, her boyfriend was in the drunk tank with a concussion, and Keller was still chuckling. "You gonna teach that move at the academy, Boones?"

"Am I in trouble for that?"

"You kiddin'? You were in imminent danger. And so was she. And so was I. You subdue an arrestee any way you need to. Though I got to say, that was creative. Must've felt good, eh?"

Boone nodded. "Can you believe she's refusing to press charges?"

"Predictable. But you're going to press. He came at you with a deadly weapon."

It had become Boone's routine at the end of the first watch every night to change clothes in the downstairs locker room while listening to the veterans swap war stories. Domestic cases were one thing. Standing up to the ultimate playground bullies—that was living. Sometimes he would slowly change out of his uniform, just to hear another story of gangbangers getting theirs. That early morning a heavyset veteran regaled his colleagues with an arrest he and his partner had made at the end of the shift.

"Perps are liars, right? We all know that. We're patrollin' a neighborhood where the Latin Kings been terrorizing people. See a kid, early twenties, cruisin' like he's casing a house. Pull him over. He wants out of the car right now, ya know? I tell him to stay right where he is and show his hands. I call in the plate, and 'course it's stolen.

"When I approach, he's giving me all the is-anything-wrong-Officer bull. Covered with tattoos. We roust him out and cuff him and start asking what he's doing, whose car is it, all that. He says he's just coming from his cousin's. I ask him his cousin's name. Clearly makes one up. I ask him the address, he fumbles with that too. I ask him whose car he's driving, he swears it's his but left the title home. I ask him can we search the car, he says sure.

"While my partner is searching the car, I'm quizzing this guy six ways from Sunday, telling him I think he's lying, that he knows nobody around there and I don't believe it's his car. He's swearin' on a stack of Bibles and his mother's life and his baby girl's life that it's his car. Partner turns up a .22 and a little stash of coke.

"I say, 'That's on you, bro.'

"He says, 'Not mine. Never saw it before.'

"I say, 'Found in your car.'

"He says, 'Ain't my car.'"

The locker room resounded with laughter.

On his way home, Boone's amusement at the story turned to a hard resolve. He had learned early that cops embellish their arrest stories to make themselves look good and the gangbangers look like buffoons. And while some of them might be, the sad fact was that the Chicago PD was losing the war with the gangs. They were more organized than ever, growing at unprecedented rates, and gaining ground all over the city.

Boone had never wanted to just work a shift, put in his time, and collect a check. He'd heard all the stories of wide-eyed, idealistic rookies coming in with grand ideas of changing the world, only to become jaded cynics who realized they were never going to make a difference. That's how the gangs won. They were more dedicated to their tasks than the cops were to theirs. Boone simply would not accept that.

Arriving at his apartment, Boone slipped silently into bed with Nikki, his wife of three years. As usual, he remained awake until she rose to tend to the baby, Josh. Then they would rehearse their respective days before Boone went to sleep.

Josh slept in longer than normal that morning, yet not only could Boone not drift off, his excitement also woke Nikki early.

"So what happened, big guy?" she said, rolling to squint at him. "You obviously have something to tell me."

She clearly did not find Boone's first collar as amusing as Jack Keller had. He pushed her long, dark hair away from her face. "C'mon, babe. This is a big deal."

"Well, of course I'm proud, but really, Boone, is every arrest going to be this dangerous?"

"Nah. Well, maybe. Some even more. You know if that guy had caught me with the knife, Keller would've shot him dead."

"How pleasant."

"I'm just saying ..."

When they heard Josh, Nikki fetched him and brought him into their bed. Still breast-feeding, their son was focusing now, able to lock eyes with his mother and dad and be coaxed into smiles and coos. Presently she passed him to Boone, who sat up and burped him, then held him before his face. "You know you and your mom are my life, don't you? Yes, you do."

Nikki laughed. "Is that how you talk on the job? Is it? Yes, it is."

Soon she darkened the room, took the baby to the farthest end of the flat, and let Boone sleep. He dreamed of a house. Nothing spectacular. He and Nikki always said they wanted just enough grass to mow. Boone had started as a PPO with a salary in the midforties, to increase by a thousand a month after a year and then to nearly sixty thousand at the end of eighteen months. That was their timeline, their goal. A house with a yard before Josh was two.

No one was surprised that Boone Drake had grown up to be a policeman. From his days of grade school and Sunday school, through Little League, Scouting, junior high, high school, and college, he had been a better-than-average student and a star athlete. More importantly, he and his three younger brothers had been raised in a small town in central Illinois by an old-school ex-Marine civil servant (who eventually became a city manager) and a mother who sacrificed and pinched pennies so she could stay home until the kids were in high school.

Something in the mix made Boone a black-and-white kid. He actually loved rules. While it had never been beyond him to get into mischief as boys will do, he avoided serious trouble. By fifth grade he became known among friends as Honest Abe and was often called upon to settle disputes. Boone soon earned a reputation as the one kid bullies avoided. Once in junior high, when a half dozen had surrounded him, he looked each in the eye and called him by name. "You cowards do whatever you're going to do with all your buddies around, but when I find you alone—and you know I will—you're going to regret it."

Seeing the fear in their eyes so emboldened Boone that he became known as a protector. A nerd, a dweeb, a geek threatened by a bully would run to Boone, and soon the word was out that anyone who terrorized the weak had to answer to him.

There were no gray areas with Boone Drake.

He met Nikki, the daughter of a military lawyer who lived in a neighboring town, at church when they were both in elementary school. They were acquaintances, then friends, then ignored each other, grew up to date others, and finally discovered each other again at community college. He was studying criminology, set on being a Chicago police detective so he could do to gangbangers what he had done to bullies. She wanted to teach kindergarten.

Their relationship began with a frank discussion that Nikki always said had come from out of the blue. They found themselves together in line for something or other and cordially brought each other up to date.

"And are you still a justice freak?" she said.

Boone laughed and told her of his major. "And are you still blunt?"


He asked her to sit with him at lunch, and there he asked if she was seeing anyone.

"Now who's being blunt?"

"I am," he said. "Are you or not?"

She smiled. "Well, I'm dating ... but no, I'm not committed."

"Anyone you'd like to be committed to?"

She furrowed her brow. "None of your business."

Boone shrugged.

"Fact is," she said, "I've got three guys interested. One I kinda like more than the other two, but I can't see it going anywhere."

"Tell all three of them the truth."

Nikki sat back. "Boone! We haven't talked for what, two years, and now you play big brother?"

Boone cocked his head. "Maybe I want to be more than your big brother."

She stared at him. "You're not just trying to run my life the way you'd like to run everyone else's?"

"I come off that bad?"

"You come off like you know better. And maybe you do. So let's say I quit playing the field. What's in it for me?"

"I am. I've known since I met you that we were meant for each other."

That made her laugh aloud. "We were kids! If you really felt that way, you had a strange way of showing it. You never even gave me an inkling."

"Making up for lost time."

"You sure are. And it's creeping me out."


"Well, you have to imagine how this hits me."

"Sure, if you had no idea. You were never interested in me?"

"As a boyfriend?"

"No, as a justice freak. Of course as a boyfriend."

"Who wasn't? Big, good-lookin' guy. A little rigid, but hey ..."

"So can we hang out a little and see where it goes?"

That had meant the start of conventionality for Boone. From that day on, he was careful not to overwhelm Nikki but rather to court her. He was chivalrous, deferential, even gallant. And when it came time to propose, he did it right. No assuming. No dancing around the edges. It came on a Christmas-season walk down the Magnificent Mile and ended with him on one knee in front of a high-end jewelry store.

She taught kindergarten during the first two years of their marriage and planned to return to her career when Josh and any more children were school-age.

Something about the way things had turned out confirmed in Boone's mind that an ordered life was rewarded. He owed that to his parents, he guessed. Having a goal, a plan, and following through paid off. He wasn't sure of the precise definition of the American dream. All he knew was that he was living it.

Did he deserve it? Sure, why not? He knew his own mind: he was a justice freak, and everything was working out the way he had hoped and planned. He and Nikki even found a great church, Community Life on the Near North Side. It was a large, multicampus, cross-cultural congregation pastored by a man not Boone's senior by more than ten years, Francisco Sosa. The engaging leader had persuaded Nikki to teach Sunday school while Josh was in the nursery, and Boone to get involved with junior boys' ministries when his schedule allowed.

Boone had to admit he found it disconcerting to hear Pastor Sosa discuss "the Lord" as a constant presence in his life. It wasn't that Boone didn't consider himself devout. He prayed before meals, prayed when he was in danger, went to church, tithed, and served. He just wasn't obsessed with spiritual things or so up-front about them. Of course, he also spent at least eight hours a day around men and women with the worst language on the planet. Most were also closet drinkers and divorced, some many times over. Jack Keller had three ex-wives. No wonder he was that rare old-timer who still loved the job and had not grown disillusioned or jaded, despite being the very definition of a grizzled veteran. The job was all he had.

One Sunday after Boone—in uniform—had spoken to Sunday school classes about his job, Pastor Sosa told him that he saw something in him that could really be developed. "You've got a gift for communicating. Hone it and use it."

The pastor also said he thought about Boone often and prayed for him when he knew he was on duty. Boone thanked him, but the truth was, that kind of talk made him nervous. He got the impression that Sosa assumed Boone prayed before every shift. Which he did not.


Boone and Keller were on patrol when Keller pulled in front of an all-night convenience store for coffee. While Boone sat waiting in the passenger seat, he noticed a pickup truck slowly maneuvering into the alley behind the storefronts on the other side of the street.

He radioed Keller. "Jack, you on your way out? Just spotted a suspicious truck."

"I'm nuking a bagel. Should I come right now?"

"I'll check it out and call if I need you."

Boone got out and jogged around to the driver's side, then pulled the squad down the block, switching off his headlights before turning into the alley about three hundred feet behind the pickup. He gradually gained on the slow-moving truck as it cruised, stopped, started, and repeated the cycle. He suspected the two occupants were casing the area with burglary in mind and radioed in the license plate number.


Excerpted from THE BROTHERHOOD by JERRY B. JENKINS Copyright © 2011 by Jerry B. Jenkins. Excerpted by permission of TYNDALE HOUSE PUBLISHERS, INC.. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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tatormc More than 1 year ago
Very interesting book! Got my attention from page one and couldn't wait to keep going. This went into a territory I know nothing about such as cops and gangs. I learned a lot and enjoyed it. It was a great story of how God brings you through the hard times and will be by your side no matter what. I do hope there is another book that will tell whats next for Boone.
SonShine4u More than 1 year ago
Absolutely delicious!I have read all the 11th precinct novels and loved them. It has mystery, deception,love and of course religion. Must read!
dwgizmo More than 1 year ago
To me it was a Bible study masquerading as a police procedural. I was disappointed, and glad it was a free book.
Evangeline_Han More than 1 year ago
Boone Drake is a police officer in the Chicago Police Department. Having all that he could ever ask for, he is married to the woman of his dreams and together, they have an adorable toddling son. Boone also has an on-track career plan that will see him rise up the police job ranks. Just when life is as good as it could ever be, tragedy strikes and Boone's world is turned upside down. Stripped of everything he had worked hard to achieve, Boone has to learn to depend solely on God even when it is hard to comprehend why some things we hate happen in life. The Brotherhood wasn't a very intense read due to the lapses in it. There were parts in the book where the action wasn't as much as I had hope it would be. The beginning and end of the book was predictable. But what made the book different and interesting to read was the tragedy. It was twist that was both unique and unexpected. One would have expected it to be something that would merely rock the main character's world but no, it is a twist that literally tears apart and removes everything from the character. The book also teaches us that life is not always smooth-sailing and things we work for our whole lives to achieve can be taken away from us in just a moment. Important life lessons about dealing with tragedy and how God never leaves us even though we sometimes go astray from Him are also dealt with in the book. Overall, The Brotherhood has a remarkably well plot that makes the book a pretty riveting read despite a few uninteresting parts. There will be two sequels to The Brotherhood and I am looking forward to reading them.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have read many of Jerry B.Jenkins' books and I am a fan but this book was by far the best yet for me. I was drawn in within the first few pages and I shiver to recall the events that led to Boone's darkest hours. Boone's struggle with his faith is something you can relate to if you have ever had a loss in your life and remembering that God is always there can help with that struggle. I received a complimentary copy of The Brotherhood via Tyndale House Publishers for purposes of this review, however all opinions are my own.
LHB More than 1 year ago
The Brotherhood is a police thriller, complete with gangs, organized crime, guns, drugs and the cops who put their lives on the line every day. It's also a book that doesn't shy away from a true-to-life crisis of faith. Jenkins explores the hard questions. Why does God allow tragedy? How much control do we have over our lives? Why aren't good people rewarded for doing good while bad people seem to be rewarded for evil? Can God forgive those who have committed the most heinous crimes? And why would He bother? I appreciated the way Jenkins answers these tough questions. They aren't answered with neat, tidy platitudes. They are wrestled with by characters grasping at faith when life has thrown them to the ground. These characters-and their faith or lack thereof-are real. The plot follows Boone Drake as he deals with his own personal trauma while planning a dangerous operation that could cripple organized crime in Chicago. The tension and suspense escalate to a satisfying conclusion - with plenty of room to continue the story into book two of the series.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved this book. If you loved the left behind books you will love this book. But now I can't wait to read the next one.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was a great Christian Thriller. Who knew Jerry Jenkins could write about cops? I am impressed and will read more
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is the first book that I have read by Jerry Jenkins and I may read the next book in this series to give him another try. I felt as if I was being preached to throughout the majority of the book. It is a story about Boones struggles with his faith with some police work as filler.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book had me on the edge of my seat and my heart pounding!!! This was my first time reading this author... this is the first book in the series . I cant wait to read the rest.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It's sad, but i really enjoyed it. Waiting to read the next one :)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was my first e read. It was predictable, but I enjoyed it. Good to read something with a positive message yet be entertained.
KitKatDoe More than 1 year ago
Jerry Jenkins has another winner in his new 'Precinct 11' series debut. The main character, Boone Drake, is a young cop with a family, and faces some challenges and questions in life that any one of us could be facing: How real is my faith? What does God expect of me? What is forgiveness all about? As Drake works through life's trials, and gets put into tests as a cop, he begins to question himself, his partners, and God. He must finally find the ultimate answer to: Does God really give us new beginnings and second (third, fourth.) chances? This was a book I reviewed for Tyndale House Publishers; it is one I highly recommend for those who enjoy suspense and thought-provoking reading.
Maciemollysdad 10 months ago
I loved this book. It had great action and solid characters. Could barely put it down. I am really looking forward to reading the next 2 books in the series soon.
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all 3 series very good
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Really enjoyed this book by Mr Jenkins. Reminded me of years gone by when I read his Margo Mystery Series
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