Extraordinary Powers [NOOK Book]


"Spectacular…The action is unrelenting…Electrifying."—Boston Sunday Herald

The news is shattering: The director of the CIA, Harrison Sinclair, has been killed in a car accident. Sinclair may have been a traitor—or the Agency's last honest man. Even his son-in-law, Ben Ellison, an attorney and ex-agent, has heard rumors of sinister forces within the Agency that could have ordered Sinclair's assassination. Soon he is thrust into a web of intrigue and violence beyond his control ...

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"Spectacular…The action is unrelenting…Electrifying."—Boston Sunday Herald

The news is shattering: The director of the CIA, Harrison Sinclair, has been killed in a car accident. Sinclair may have been a traitor—or the Agency's last honest man. Even his son-in-law, Ben Ellison, an attorney and ex-agent, has heard rumors of sinister forces within the Agency that could have ordered Sinclair's assassination. Soon he is thrust into a web of intrigue and violence beyond his control back into the CIA, and lured into a top-secret espionage project in telepathic ability funded by American intelligence.

"Gripping drama in which nothing is quite what it seems."—Seattle Times

As the project's first success, Ben uses his "extraordinary powers" in the perilous search for Vladimir Orlov, the exiled former chairman of the KGB—and the only man who might unlock the secret of Sinclair's death and the whereabouts of a multibillion-dollar fortune in gold spirited out of Russia in the last days of the Soviet Union. The hunt for the truth will bring Ben face to face with his past and culminate in a crowded Washington hearing room where, behind high security barriers, a Senate investigating committee is about to call its secret witness…as an assassin prepares to strike…in Joseph Finder's Extraordinary Powers.

"An extraordinary, powerful book…ingeniously plotted, fast-paced, and frighteningly credible."—Nelson DeMille

Personal tragedy drives Ben Ellison out of the CIA. But when his new father-in-law, the Agency's director, is murdered, they want him back. To make Ben the ideal man to find the killer, the CIA redefines "Intelligence" by improving Ben's mind in ways he could never dream of.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
A former CIA operative rejoins the agency to prove that the death of his father-in-law (the CIA's director) was no accident. (May)
Library Journal
With the collapse of the Soviet Union, ex-CIA operative Ben Ellison believed that all spies had been forced to join the ranks of coal shovelers, typesetters, and Maytag repairmen. That is, until the mysterious death of his father-in-law, a CIA heavyweight. Now back in harness as a field operative, Ben begins to investigate the decades-old history of corruption and economic subterfuge. Using dated spycraft techniques, a ``trick'' memory, and an experimental medical process that enables him to read minds, Ben attempts to foil a plot to control the world. Actor David Rasche's reading of this abridged novel wavers between restrained enthusiasm and abject disinterest. Overall, the story is a bit superficial, and the presentation is lackluster. Purchase only where the book is popular.-- Ray Vignovich, West Des Moines P.L., Ia.
School Library Journal
YA-A sci-fi espionage caper filled with explosive action. A former CIA agent, who became a patent attorney following his wife's brutal murder, is sucked into the spy business again after an especially powerful MRI turns him into a mind reader. After many fake deaths, double and triple agents, and lots of economic and political sabotage, the story ends with small news clips that hint at the well-being of all major characters the ones who appeared to have been blown away earlier. In an intriguing end note, Finder relates an interesting historical tidbit about ``a fortune in Soviet gold [that] remains missing to this day'' that the story is based upon. He also mentions that psychic research has long fascinated the CIA, the U.S. Department of Defense, and Soviet intelligence, leaving readers with ponderable issues to muse over.-Bunni Union, Geauga West Library, Chesterland, OH
Joe Collins
The idea of a spy with mind-reading ability might seem somewhat hackneyed, but Finder makes it work in this dense, post-Soviet Union, secret-agent novel. Finder's characters, Ben Ellison and his physician wife, Molly, leapfrog the globe seeking the killer of Molly's CIA director-father after the CIA equips Ben with the ability to read people's thoughts. From the get-go, Ben becomes a target of unknown assassins, and two particularly thrilling episodes--one in a rat-infested bunker and another in the labyrinth of the Paris Metro transit system--lead him to believe that big money is at stake here . . . money that could fund a frightening New World Order. Ben and Molly are likable characters: Ben is the spy, but Molly's abilities as a doctor and a quick thinker are an enormous help throughout the caper. It's good to see a female character become more than the usual hand-wringing window dressing in a thriller. While the couple traverses the globe from Tuscany to Zurich to Canada to Washington, D.C., they become wary of trusting anyone. Any regular thriller reader will be able to predict the first big twist involving the leader of the operation to fund the New World Order, but the second major surprise is a beaut, and it sets up the slam-bang finish as Ben desperately tries to read every mind in a Washington courtroom in order to uncover an assassin. Finder does not overuse Ben's ESP, thereby preventing this top-notch thriller from being just another gimmicky novel.
USA Today

Finder invents a credibly intelligent and complex protagonist…and plunges him into a dazzlingly labyrinthine adventure…Precise, crackling, tonally perfect prose.
Boston Sunday Herald

A spectacular novel of international intrigue and teeth-grinding suspense…The action is unrelenting…Electrifying.
Seattle Times

Gripping drama in which nothing is quite what it seems.
Nelson DeMille

An extraordinary, powerful book…ingeniously plotted, fast-paced, and frightening credible.
Ira Levin

It's a humdinger--John le Carré meets Stephen King!
Clive Cussler

Finder winds his tale tighter and tighter as mystery is piled on mystery, intrigue on intrigue…
From the Publisher

“Finder invents a credibly intelligent and complex protagonist…and plunges him into a dazzlingly labyrinthine adventure…Precise, crackling, tonally perfect prose.”—USA Today

“A spectacular novel of international intrigue and teeth-grinding suspense…The action is unrelenting…Electrifying.”—Boston Sunday Herald

“Gripping drama in which nothing is quite what it seems.”—Seattle Times

“An extraordinary, powerful book…ingeniously plotted, fast-paced, and frightening credible.”—Nelson DeMille

“It’s a humdinger—John le Carré meets Stephen King!”—Ira Levin

“Finder winds his tale tighter and tighter as mystery is piled on mystery, intrigue on intrigue…”—Clive Cussler

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781466837041
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 12/31/2013
  • Sold by: Macmillan
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 640
  • Sales rank: 34,432
  • File size: 1,009 KB

Meet the Author

Joseph Finder

JOSEPH FINDER is the New York Times bestselling author of ten novels, and has written extensively on espionage and international affairs for The New York Times, The Washington Post, and The New Republic. A member of the Association of Former Intelligence Officers as well as the Council on Foreign Relations, he lives in Boston, Massachusetts.

Joseph Finder is the author of several New York Times bestselling thrillers, including Buried Secrets, High Crimes, Paranoia and the first Nick Heller novel, Vanished. Killer Instinct won the International Thriller Writers Award for Best Thriller, and Company Man won the Barry and Gumshoe Awards for Best Thriller. High Crimes was the basis of the Morgan Freeman/Ashley Judd movie, and Paranoia was the basis for 2013 film with Liam Hemsworth, Harrison Ford and Gary Oldman. Killer Instinct is also in development as a major motion picture. Born in Chicago, Finder studied Russian at Yale and Harvard. He was recruited by the CIA, but decided he preferred writing fiction. A member of the Council on Foreign Relations and the Association for Former Intelligence Officers, he lives in Boston, Massachusetts.
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Extraordinary Powers

By Joseph Finder

St. Martin's Press

Copyright © 2013 Joseph Finder
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-312-93491-0

The law offices of Putnam & Stearns are located in the narrow streets of Boston’s financial district, amid granite-fronted bank buildings: Boston’s version of Wall Street, with fewer bars. Our offices occupy two floors of a handsome old building on Federal Street, on the ground floor of which is a respectable old Brahmin bank famous for laundering money for the Mafia.
Putnam & Stearns, I should probably explain at this point, is one of the CIA’s “outside” law firms. It’s all perfectly legitimate; it doesn’t violate the Agency’s charter (which prohibits them from domestic shenanigans; international shenanigans are apparently okay). Fairly often, the CIA requires legal counsel in matters involving, say, immigration and naturalization (if they’re trying to spirit an intelligence defector into the country) or real estate (if they need to acquire property, a safe house, or an office or anything else that can’t be traced to Langley). Or, and this is Bill Stearns’s particular expertise, moving funds around, in and out of numbered accounts in Luxembourg or Zurich or Grand Cayman.
Putnam & Stearns, though, does a lot more than the CIA’s dirty work. It’s a general practice, white-shoe firm comprising some thirty lawyers, twelve partners, who practice a range of law from corporate litigation to real estate to divorce to estates to tax to intellectual property.
That last item, intellectual property, is my specialty: patents and copyrights, who invented what, who stole whose invention. You remember a few years back when a famous sneaker manufacturer came up with a gimmick that allowed the wearer to pump the shoe up with air, for a cost of a mere hundred and fifty dollars a pair. That was my handiwork—the legal work, I mean; I devised an ironclad patent, or as ironclad as you can realistically get.
For the last several months I had been keeping twenty-four large dolls in my office, which no doubt disconcerted my stuffier clients. I was helping a toy manufacturer out in Western Massachusetts defend his Big Baby Doll line of products. You probably haven’t heard of Big Baby Dolls. This is because the claim was settled against my client; I’m not proud of it. I did much better restraining a cookie company from using in its TV ads a little animated creature that suspiciously resembled the Pillsbury Doughboy.
I was one of two intellectual-property lawyers at Putnam & Stearns, which officially makes us a “department,” if you count the paralegals and legal secretaries and all that. This means the firm gets to advertise that we’re a full-service legal corporation, here to handle all your needs, even your copyrights and your patents. All your legal needs serviced under one roof. One-stop shopping.
I was considered a good attorney, but not because I loved it or took much interest in it. After all, as the old saw has it, lawyers are the only persons in whom ignorance of the law is not punished.
Instead, I am blessed with a rare neurological gift, present in less than 0.1 percent of the population: an eidetic (or photographic, as it’s colloquially known) memory. It doesn’t make me smarter than anyone else, but it certainly made my life easier in college and law school, when it came time to memorize a passage or a case. I can see the page, as if it were a picture, in my mind. This capability is not something I generally let people know about. It’s not the sort of thing that wins you many friends. And yet it is so much a part of who I am, and always has been, that I must constantly be mindful not to let it set me apart from others.
*   *   *
To their credit, the founding partners, Bill Stearns and the late James Putnam, spent nearly their entire earnings their first few years on interior decoration. The office, all Persian rugs and fragile antiques from the Regency period, exudes a stifling, hushed elegance. Even the ring of the telephone is muted. The receptionist, who’s (naturally) English, sits at an antique library table whose surface is polished to a high gloss. I have seen clients, real estate moguls who in their own lairs strut around barking orders to their minions, walk into our reception area as cowed and discomfited as chastened schoolboys.
It was a little over a month since Hal Sinclair’s funeral, and I was rushing to a meeting in my own office. I passed Ken McElvoy, a junior partner who had been enmeshed in some unspeakably dull corporate litigation for almost six months. He was carrying a huge stack of depositions and looked miserable, like some wretch out of Bleak House or something. I gave poor Dickensian McElvoy a smile and headed for my office.
My secretary, Darlene, gave me a quick wave, and said: “Everyone’s there.”
Darlene is the funkiest person in this firm, which isn’t hard to accomplish. She usually wears all black. Her hair is dyed a jet black; her eye shadow is midnight blue. But she’s fiercely efficient, so I don’t give her any grief.
I had called this meeting to resolve a dispute that had been carried out through the mail for more than six months. The matter concerned an exercise machine called the Alpine Ski, a magnificently designed device that simulates downhill skiing, giving the user not only the aerobic benefits you get from something like the NordicTrack, but at the same time, a serious muscular workout.
The Alpine Ski’s inventor, Herb Schell, was my client. A former personal trainer in Hollywood, he had made a bundle with this invention. Then suddenly, about a year ago, cheaply produced ads began to run on late-night television for something called the Scandinavian Skier, unmistakably a knockoff of Herb’s invention. It was a lot less expensive, too: whereas the real Alpine Ski sells for upward of six hundred dollars (and Alpine Ski Gold for over a thousand), the Scandinavian Skier was going for $129.99.
Herb Schell was already seated in my office, along with the president and chief executive officer of E-Z Fit, the company that was manufacturing Scandinavian Skier, Arthur Sommer; and his attorney, a high-powered lawyer named Stephen Lyons, whom I’d heard of but never met.
On some level I found it ironic that both Herb Schell and Arthur Sommer were paunchy and visibly in lousy shape. Herb had confided to me over lunch shortly after we met that, now that he was no longer a personal trainer, he’d grown tired of working out all the time; he much preferred liposuction.
“Gentlemen,” I said. We shook hands all around. “Let’s resolve this thing.”
“Amen,” Steve Lyons said. His enemies (who are legion) have been known to refer to him as “Lyin’ Lyons” and his small, aggressive law firm as “the Lyons den.”
“All right,” I said. “Your client has blatantly infringed on my client’s design, down to the last claimed feature. We’ve been through all this dozens of times. It’s a goddamned Chinese copy, and unless this is resolved today, we are prepared to go into federal court and seek an injunction. We’ll also seek damages, which, as you know in cases of willful infringement, are treble.” Patent law tends to be a very mild, rather dull way to earn a living—the bland leading the bland, I like to call it—and so I cherished my few opportunities to be confrontational. Arthur Sommer flushed, presumably with anger, but said nothing. His thin lips curled up in a small, tight smile. His attorney leaned back in his chair: ominous body language if ever there was such a thing.
“Look, Ben,” Lyons said. “Since there really isn’t any cause of action here, my client is generously willing to make a courtesy settlement offer of five hundred thousand. I’ve advised him against it, but this charade is costing him and all of us—”
“Five hundred thousand? Try twenty times that.”
“Sorry, Ben,” Lyons said. “This patent isn’t worth the paper it’s printed on.” He clasped his hands together. “We got an on-sale bar here.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“I have evidence that Alpine Ski went on sale more than a year before the patent filing date,” Lyons replied smugly. “Sixteen months before, to be exact. So the damned patent’s not valid. On-sale statutory bar.”
This was a new approach on his part, and it was unsettling. Up to now, all we’d been hashing out, in letter after letter, was whether Scandinavian Skier materially resembled Alpine Ski: whether it infringed the claims of the patent, to put it in legalese. Now he was citing something called the “on sale” doctrine, under which an invention can’t be patented if it was “in public use or on sale” more than a year before the date that the patent was applied for.
But I did not let on my surprise. A good attorney must be a skilled bullshit artist. “Nice try,” I said. “That’s not really use, Steve, and you know it.” It sounded good, whatever it meant.
“Ben—” Herb interrupted.
Lyons handed me a legal file folder. “Take a look,” he said. “Here’s a copy of a newsletter put out by the Big Apple Health Club in Manhattan that shows their latest piece of equipment—the Alpine Ski—almost a year and a half before Mr. Schell applied for his patent. And an invoice.”
I took the folder, glanced at it without interest, and handed it back.
“Ben—” Herb said again. “Can we talk for a minute?”
I left Lyons and Sommer in my office while Herb and I talked in a nearby vacant conference room.
“What the hell is this all about?” I asked.
“It’s true. They’re right.”
“You sold this thing more than a year before you applied for a patent?”
“Two years before, actually. To twelve personal trainers at health clubs around the country.”
I stared at him evenly. “Why?”
“Christ, Ben, I didn’t know the law. How the hell are you supposed to test these things out unless you get it out there? You have no idea the kind of abuse machines like this take in gyms and health clubs.”
“So you were able to make improvements along the way?”
“Well, sure.”
“Ah. How fast can you get me a document from your corporate headquarters in Chicago?”
*   *   *
Steve Lyons was beaming with triumph as we came in. “I assume,” he said with what he probably took to be sympathy, “that Mr. Schell has filled you in.”
“Yes, indeed,” I said.
“Preparation, Ben,” he said. “You ought to look into it.”
The timing was exquisite. At that moment my personal fax machine rang and squealed and began to print out a document. I walked over to the fax, watched it print out, and as it did so, I said: “Steve, I only wish you’d saved us all the time and expense by doing a little reading in your case law.”
He looked at me, puzzled, his smile dimming somewhat.
“Ah, let’s see,” I said. “It would be 917 Fed Second 544, Federal Circuit 1990.”
“What’s he talking about?” Sommer audibly whispered to Lyons. Lyons, unwilling to shrug in my presence, merely stared at me, uncomprehending.
“Is that true?” Sommer insisted.
Lyon’s facial expression did not change. “I’d have to look it up.”
The fax machine cut the paper, a staccato punctuation mark. I handed it to Lyons. “Here’s a letter from the manager of the Big Apple Health Club to Herb Schell, containing his thoughts about the Alpine Ski, his notes on how it was holding up and what about it might be reconfigured. And suggestions for modifications.”
At that point Darlene walked in, silently gave me a book—Federal Reporter 917, 2d Series—and left. Without even looking at it, I handed it to Lyons.
“This some sort of game you’re playing?” Lyons managed to stammer.
“Oh, not at all,” I replied. “My client sold prototypes during a period of testing, and gathered performance data from the sold version. Therefore the ‘on-sale’ doctrine doesn’t apply, Steve.”
“I don’t even know where you’re getting this—”
“Manville Sales Corp. v. Paramount Systems, Inc. Fed Second 544.”
“Oh, come off it,” Lyons retorted. “I never even heard of—”
“Page 1314,” I said as I returned to my chair, leaned back, and folded my legs. “Let’s see.” In a monotone, I recited: “The policies that define the on sale and public use bars do not support invalidation of the patent even though, more than one year prior to filing a patent application, the patentee installed a fixture at a state highway rest station under construction. A period of outdoor testing of the invention was necessary to determine whether it would…”
Lyons, in the meantime, sat with the book open on his lap, following along, mouthing the words. He finished the sentence for me: “it would serve its purpose.”
He looked up at me, slack-jawed.
“See you in court,” I said.
Herb Schell left that morning much happier and almost ten million dollars richer. And I had the pleasure of a parting colloquy with Steve Lyons.
“You knew that fucking case word for word,” he said. “Word for word. How the hell did you do that?”
“Preparation,” I said, and shook his hand firmly. “Look into it.”

Copyright © 1993 by Joseph Finder


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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 2, 2014


    When will i ever learn??????? This book was not published in 2014 but in 2007. JUST WASTED MORE MONEY AGAIN SINCE I READ THIS IN 7 YEARS AGO

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    Posted May 23, 2007

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    I have read several of Finder's more recent novels and found them enjoyable. This was done earlier in his career (second effort) and was actually painful to get through. Very diffucult to buy into the convoluted plot and the believability of the characters. It was like he started with a premise, and then followed it in free form until he forced into the ending that was pre-conceived. If there's any saving grace, it's not in this book but in some of his recent work.

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  • Posted January 24, 2014

    Just OK

    I thoroughly enjoyed all of this author's wok, but this was a real slow read and the story was a bit too much to believe.

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