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Twenty-one-year-old Rune is an aspiring filmmaker, but so far her only break has been scoring a job as an underpaid production assistant in Manhattan. Still, she's always on the lookout for the perfect topic for her own film--and she thinks she's found it when she witnesses the bombing of a triple-X movie theater in Times Square. Rune's got a great hook for her documentary: She plans to film it through the eyes of Shelly Lowe, the porn star whose movie was playing at the theater when it exploded.  But ...
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Overview

Twenty-one-year-old Rune is an aspiring filmmaker, but so far her only break has been scoring a job as an underpaid production assistant in Manhattan. Still, she's always on the lookout for the perfect topic for her own film--and she thinks she's found it when she witnesses the bombing of a triple-X movie theater in Times Square. Rune's got a great hook for her documentary: She plans to film it through the eyes of Shelly Lowe, the porn star whose movie was playing at the theater when it exploded.  But just hours after Rune films a poignant Shelly reflecting on her dreams of becoming a serious actress, a second bomb silences the beautiful film star forever. Was Shelly in the wrong place at the wrong time--or was she the bomber's target all along? Rune vows to find out the truth behind the death of this blue movie star. But as she struggles to finish shooting her film, Rune's labor of love may be her final masterpiece--as a shooting of a more lethal kind threatens to write an ending to this story that no one wants to see....
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Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
"The author creates a great sense of atmosphere, enhanced with vivid imagery and well-defined characters."
-- Rendezvous

"Highly original and very entertaining."
-- Alfred Hitchcock Mystery Magazine

Don't miss Jeffery Deaver's other gripping novels featuring his unforgettable heroine Rune
"[Rune] is a breath of fresh air!"
-- Booklist

Manhattan Is My Beat

"Highly original and very entertaining."
-- Alfred Hitchcock Mystery Magazine

and look for:

The Lesson Of Her Death
Mistress Of Justice

Available from Bantam Books
And the third Rune mystery:

Hard News

"Peerless entertainment."
-- Kirkus Reviews

Coming soon from Bantam Books!

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780553582956
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 10/28/2000
  • Series: Rune Series , #2
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: BANTAM REVISED
  • Pages: 336
  • Sales rank: 293,817
  • Product dimensions: 4.25 (w) x 7.00 (h) x 0.75 (d)

Meet the Author

Jeffery  Deaver
Jeffery Deaver
Wisely taking the advice given to him by legendary mystery writer Mickey Spillane -- "People don't read books to get to the middle. They read to get to the end" -- Jeffery Deaver has earned a reputation for prodigious pacing and slick suspense with his string of bestselling Lincoln Rhyme thrillers.

Biography

Born just outside Chicago in 1950 to an advertising copywriter father and stay-at-home mom, Jeffery Deaver was a writer from the start, penning his first book (a brief tome just two chapters in length) at age 11. He went on to edit his high school literary magazine and serve on the staff of the school newspaper, chasing the dream of becoming a crack reporter.

Upon earning his B.A. in journalism from the University of Missouri, Deaver realized that he lacked the necessary background to become a legal correspondent for the high-profile publications he aspired to, such as The New York Times or The Wall Street Journal, so he enrolled at Fordham Law School. Being a legal eagle soon grew on Deaver, and rather than continue on as a reporter, he took a job as a corporate lawyer at a top Wall Street firm. Deaver's detour from the writing life wasn't to last, however; ironically, it was his substantial commute to the law office that touched off his third -- and current -- career. He'd fill the long hours on the train scribbling his own renditions of the kind of fiction he enjoyed reading most: suspense.

Voodoo, a supernatural thriller, and Always a Thief, an art-theft caper, were Deaver's first published novels. Produced by the now-defunct Paperjacks paperback original house, the books are no longer in print, but they remain hot items on the collector circuit. His first major outing was the Rune series, which followed the adventures of an aspiring female filmmaker in the power trilogy Manhattan Is My Beat (1988), Death of a Blue Movie Star (1990), and Hard News (1991).

Deaver's next series, this one featuring the adventures of ace movie location scout John Pellam, featured the thrillers Shallow Graves (1992), Bloody River Blues (1993), and Hell's Kitchen (2001). Written under the pen name William Jefferies, the series stands out in Deaver's body of work, primarily because it touched off his talent for focusing more on his vivid characters than on their perilous situations.

In fact, it is his series featuring the intrepid and beloved team of Lincoln Rhyme and Amelia Sachs that showcases Deaver at the top of his game. Confronting enormous odds (and always under somewhat gruesome circumstances), the embittered detective and his feisty partner and love interest made their debut in 1991's grisly caper The Bone Collector, and hooked fans for four more books: The Coffin Dancer (1998), The Empty Chair (2000), The Stone Monkey (2002), and The Vanishing Man(2003). Of the series, Kirkus Reviews observed, "Deaver marries forensic work that would do Patricia Cornwell proud to turbocharged plots that put Benzedrine to shame."

On the creation of Rhyme, who happens to be a paraplegic, Deaver explained to Shots magazine, "I wanted to create a Sherlock Holmes-ian kind of character that uses his mind rather than his body. He solves crimes by thinking about the crimes, rather than someone who can shoot straight, run faster, or walk into the bar and trick people into giving away the clues."

As for his reputation for conjuring up some of the most unsavory scenes in pop crime fiction, Deaver admits on his web site, "In general, I think, less is more, and that if a reader stops reading because a book is too icky then I've failed in my obligation to the readers."

Good To Know

Deaver revises his manuscripts "at least 20 or 30 times" before his publishers get to even see a version.

Two of his books have been made into major feature films. The first was A Maiden's Grave (the film adaptation was called Dead Silence), which starred James Garner and Marlee Matlin. The Bone Collector came next, starring Denzel Washington and Angelina Jolie.

In addition to being a bestselling novelist, Deaver has also been a folksinger, songwriter, music researcher, and professional poet.

Deaver's younger sister, Julie Reece Deaver, is a fellow author who writes novels for young adults.

In our interview with Deaver, he reveals, "My inspiration for writing is the reader. I want to give readers whatever will excite and please them. It's absolutely vital in this business for authors to know their audience and to write with them in mind."

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    1. Also Known As:
      William Jefferies, Jeffery Wilds Deaver
    2. Hometown:
      Washington, D.C.
    1. Date of Birth:
      May 6, 1950
    2. Place of Birth:
      Chicago, Illinois
    1. Education:
      B.A., University of Missouri; Juris Doctor, cum laude, Fordham University School of Law
    2. Website:

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Rune had walked past the movie theater and was three blocks away when  the bomb went off.

No way was it construction-site dynamite--she knew  That from living for several years in urban-renewing Manhattan. The  noise was way loud--a huge, painful bang like a falling boiler. The turbulent  black smoke and distant screams left no doubt.

Then sirens, shouts, running crowds. She looked but couldn't  see much from where she stood.

Rune started toward it but then stopped, glanced at a watch--of the three on her wrist, it was the only one that worked.  She was already late getting back to the studio--was due a half hour ago. Thinking: Hell, if I'm going to get  yelled at anyway why not come back with a good story to take the  sting out of it.

Yes, no?

Go for it. She walked south to see the carnage.

The blast itself wasn't all that big. It didn't crater the  floor and the only windows it took out were the theater's and the  plate glass in the bar one address up. No, it was the fire was the nasty part. Wads of flaming upholstery had apparently  arced like those tracer bullets in war movies and had ignited  wallpaper and carpeting and patrons' hair and all the recesses of the  theater the owner'd probably been meaning to get up to code for ten  years but just hadn't. By the time Rune got there the flames had done  their job and the Velvet Venus Theater  (XXX Only, The Best Projection In Town) was no more.

Eighth Avenue was in chaos, closed off completely between  Forty-second and Forty-sixth Streets. Diminutive Rune, thin and just  over five feet, easily worked her way to the front of the spectators.  The homeless people and hookers and three-card monte players and kids  were having a great time watching the slick choreography of the men  and women from the dozen or so fire trucks on the scene. When the roof of the  theater went and sparks cascaded over the street the crowd exhaled approval as  if they were watching the Macy's fireworks over the East River.

The NYFD crews were good and after twenty minutes the fires were  "knocked down," as she heard one fireman say, and the dramatic stuff was  over. The theater, a bar, a deli and peep show had been destroyed.

Then the crowd's murmuring disappeared and everyone watched in solemn  quiet when the medics brought out the bodies. Or what was left of them.

Rune felt her heart slamming as the thick green bags were wheeled or  carried past. Even the Emergency Medical Service guys, who she guessed were  pretty used to this sort of thing, looked edgy and green at the gills. Their

lips were squeezed tight and their eyes were fixed ahead of them.

She eased closer to where one of the medics was talking to a fireman. And  though the young man tried to sound cool, slinging out the words with a grin, his voice was shaky. "Four dead, but two are mystery stiffs--not even enough  left for a dental."

She swallowed; nausea and an urge to cry were balanced within her for a  moment.

The queasiness returned when she realized something else: Three or four  tons of smoldering concrete and plaster now rested on the same sidewalk squares  where she'd been strolling just minutes before. Walking and skipping like a  schoolgirl, careful to miss the cracks to save her mother's back, glancing at  the movie poster and admiring the long blonde hair of the star of Lusty  Cousins.

The very spot! A few minutes earlier and . . .

"What happened?" Rune asked a pock-faced young woman in a tight red  T-shirt. Her voice cracked and she had to repeat the question.

"A bomb, a gas line." The woman shrugged. "Maybe propane. I don't  know."

Rune nodded slowly.

The cops were hostile and bored. Authoritative voices droned, "Move  along, come on, everybody. Move along."

Rune stayed put.

"Excuse me, miss." A man's polite voice was speaking to her. Rune  turned and saw a cowboy. "Can I get by?" He'd walked out of the burnt-out  theater and was heading for a cluster of officers in the middle of the  street.

He was about six two. Wearing blue jeans, a work shirt and a soldier's vest stiff with plates of armor. Boots. He had thinning hair, swept  back, and a mustache. His face was reserved and somber. He wore battered canvas  gloves. Rune glanced at his badge, pinned to his thick, stained belt, and  stepped aside.

He ducked under the yellow police tape and walked into the street. She  edged after him. He stopped at a blue-and-white station wagon stenciled with

bomb squad and leaned on the hood. Rune, slipping into  eavesdropping range, heard:

"What've we got?" a fat man in a brown suit asked Cowboy.

"Plastic, looks like. A half ki." He looked up from under  salt-and-pepper brows. "I can't figure it. No I.R.A. targets here. The bar was  Greek." He nodded. "And the Syndicate only blows things up after hours.  Anyway, their M.O. is, if you want to scare folks, they miss  protection payments, you use Tovex from a construction site or maybe a  concussion grenade. Something that makes a big noise. But military plastic?  Sitting right next to the gas line? I don't get it."

"We got something here." A patrolman came up and handed Cowboy a  plastic envelope. Inside was a scorched piece of paper. "We're going fishing

for latents so if you could be careful, sir."

Cowboy nodded and read.

Rune tried to get a glimpse of it. Saw careful handwriting. And dark  stains. She wondered if they were blood.

Cowboy glanced up. "Are you someone?"

"My mother thinks so." She tried a fast smile. He didn't respond,  studied her critically. Maybe trying to decide if she was a witness. Or the  bomber. She decided not to be cute. "I just wondered what it said."

"You're not supposed to be here."

"I'm a reporter. I'm just curious what happened."

Brown Suit offered, "Why don't you be curious someplace else."

Which ticked her off and she was about to tell him that as a  taxpayer--which she wasn't--she paid his salary but just then Brown  Suit finished reading the note and tapped Cowboy's arm. "What's this  Sword?"

Forgetting about Rune, Cowboy said, "Never heard of them but they want  credit, they can have it till somebody better shows up." Then he noticed  something, stepped forward, away from the station wagon. Brown Suit was looking  elsewhere and Rune glanced at the message on the burned paper.

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