The Fourth Perimeterby Tim Green
Kurt Ford raised his son after his wife died. To compound his misery, his son, who joined the secret service, has now supposedly committed suicide. Kurt discovers others have died after meeting the president so he knows whom he has to kill!
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It was late Saturday in upstate New York, a perfect early summer evening on Skaneateles Lake and not the place one would expect to receive tragic news. On the water, an occasional boat droned past through the light chop that had been kicked up by a pleasant breeze. The sun had dropped behind the towering hills and already overhead the brilliant three-quarter moon danced with tattered clouds. Jupiter winked nearby, and the soft hum of crickets played background to the rustling leaves of a tall willow. On the broad covered patio of the Glen Haven Inn, groups of people sat around circular tables covered with white linen tablecloths and adorned with fresh-cut flowers. Peals of soft laughter drifted across the veranda as if the patrons too were blooming in the first true warmth of the season.
None, though, seemed happier than the couple that sat by themselves at a table by the railing on the edge of the night. The man was in his late forties. His posture was effortlessly upright and his shoulders subtly muscular. Though he had been dark-haired as a youth, his asymmetrical face was now weathered and crowned by a full head of hair frosted by time and care. Either side of his irregular visage by itself was uninspiring, but together they were somehow pleasing. His dark brown eyes were a constant contradiction, brooding fathomless pools one moment, smiling and luminescent the next.
He had the look of a man who had seen much, yet had somehow retained at least some of the joy of youth. He appeared both rugged and gentle, with the outward demeanor of a man whose livelihood relied more on his hands than his mind. The labels inside his clothes could betray his wealth if he hadn't removed them all for comfort's sake. So could his gold watch, but only on the rare occasions that he remembered to put it on.
The woman looked younger by ten years or more. Her wavy light brown hair was highlighted with long golden strands and it fell past her shoulders in wild bunches that might have given her an unkempt appearance if not for the meticulous demeanor of her clothes and the perfect features of her face. Her eyes were the color of blue glass and bright, unspoiled despite the disappointments life had shown her. Her smile too was as animated as it had been when she was a young girl, and she was always ready to laugh, even at herself.
She was laughing now while the man recounted for her the verbal abuse he had taken earlier in the day from his sister. Gracie was much older than he, and the two of them had a unique relationship. It was she who for years had helped to manage the domestic affairs of a man who seemed to care very little for money although he had vastly more than most. It was Gracie who ruled the mansion in Greenwich, if not the lake house in Skaneateles and the massive penthouse apartment on Central Park West in the city. The younger woman was quite familiar with the sister's austere demeanor as well as her unabashed and biting criticism of the many things that didn't please her.
"...So I said to her," the man continued between gleeful gasps, " 'Gracie, if I didn't know you better, I'd say you have a thing for that man!'"
The woman, Jill, let out a shriek of mirth. "You didn't!" The man laughed even harder, barely able to catch his breath. "And then she said...she said,"he howled,bursting into tears of delight. "She said...'Don't forget, Kurtis Andrew, that I used to change your diapers!'"
Jill shrieked again, wiping tears from the corners of her own eyes.
"Holy shit!" Kurt bellowed, still crying. "Can you believe she said that? Oh God, she sounded like my mother..."
Together they emptied their laughter into the night, unconcerned with the stares they drew from everyone around them and the embarrassed smile on the lips of their waiter, who pulled up short of the table with their coffee and dessert. When they had quieted, and the waiter had moved on, Kurt reached into the pocket of his blazer and felt the velvet box he'd hidden there. He gazed lovingly across the table, moving the flowers to the other side of the candle so he could see his companion's face without obstruction.
"My God, I love you so much," he said with quiet urgency. Reaching out across the table with his other hand, he grasped her fingers tightly.
"Oh, I love you too," she said fervently. "Kurt, I love you so much."
The mirthful tears in his eyes turned sentimental. He thought of how long it had been since he had allowed himself to really love a woman, more than twenty years. The last had been his wife, and since then, although after a while there were other women who had occupied his mind, none of them had ever truly been allowed to find a place in his heart.
Even so, he chided himself for being so apprehensive. His intention had been to present the ring when the champagne arrived, but for some reason he'd come unnerved. Maybe it was because that was too formal a time. Their relationship was more casual, born out of friendship, although lust on his part had been present from the moment she walked into the boardroom with her flushed cheeks and her wild hair falling all around the padded shoulders of her trim business suit. That first jolting impression was what prompted him, but it was the person beneath that he fell so deeply in love with. She was brilliant and kind, and she seemed to adore him too.
Somehow, it seemed more appropriate to him now that he give her the ring, a seven-carat canary yellow diamond, over coffee and apple strudel. He was certain, or almost certain, that she would accept. Maybe therein lay the problem. He was either certain or he wasn't, and if he was almost certain, then he wasn't certain, not really. They had never talked about getting married, not in any concrete sense. Oh, there had been romantic whispers deep in the night about the enduring nature of their love. And it had seemed for a while now that what free time either of them had, they spent together. But they'd never really gotten down to the business of it.
She had been married once before. A mistake. Her husband, Kurt knew, had been possessive, selfish, and generally unkind. They had argued frequently and he was irrationally jealous. Then they learned that he was unable to give her children, something she had always wanted. The tempestuous nature of their relationship only worsened. He became abusive-not physically, but verbally and emotionally. Nevertheless, Jill fought hard to keep her marriage alive. She had confided to Kurt early on that she considered divorce an admission of abject failure.
Even so, Kurt had been able to become a part of Jill's life, a confidant and a friend. And, although they were truly just friends, Jill's husband finally had a palpable target for his burning jealousy. Jill was working for Kurt's company, then and now, as a scientist. It wasn't long after they started to become close that Jill quit without a word, right in the middle of the development of the project that had first thrown them together.
Kurt was no scientist himself, but he was the source of almost every successful idea the company had developed. Whenever a new product or a line of business was being pioneered, he would be heavily involved until things were up and running smoothly. That's how he had built Safe Tech into a billion-dollar business and that's how he intended to keep it that way.
But when Jill inexplicably left, Kurt forgot all about business for the first time since his son had gone away to college. He moped about for a week or so feeling sorry for himself, going through the motions of being the important CEO of a major corporation. Then he literally just went and got her. She was coming out of her house in Long Island, sharply dressed in a dark brown business suit, her wild hair tightly constrained with clips and a comb. She looked sad and beautiful and was so preoccupied that she was in the middle of the driveway with her hand on the car door before she realized he'd pulled up to the curb and was walking toward her.
"Kurt?" she'd exclaimed in a voice laced with fright. "Why are you here?"
"I had to see you," he told her. "You just left. Why didn't you say anything to me?"
"Can we go somewhere?" she asked, looking nervously around.
They went to a nearby diner and had coffee until it was time for lunch. She told him everything that day, and he had been her true confidant ever since. She'd been his as well. But even though he was able to save her, so to speak, the marriage ended quite messily. Her husband dug in and made everything as painful as possible. And although she returned to Safe Tech, she insisted on keeping their relationship purely platonic until her divorce was final. While that time had seemed agonizingly slow, Kurt thought now that their relationship was even more special for having been built on the solid rock of friendship and gen-uine respect.
That was more than three years ago. Of course she would marry him, Kurt told himself. She was still young enough that they could have children. He would do that for her. He had always sworn to himself that he would never have another wife and certainly not another child. But...well,he really believed that it was what Annie would have wanted him to do. He never told anyone, not even Jill, but instead of talking to himself, he talked to Annie, as he had done since the day she died. And so he knew that she wanted him to do this, to marry this wonderful woman-to make himself happy, and to make her happy as well.
The tears were now close to spilling from the corners of his eyes. Oh God, Annie, he said to himself. You know I wouldn't do this if I didn't think you really wanted me to.
"Jill," he said out loud, closing his fingers around the velvet box and taking it from the pocket of his blazer, "I have to tell you something. I mean, I have to ask you something..."
She gave him a puzzled look, which transformed into something between fear and excitement. He opened his mouth to speak, then stopped.
"I just..." "Yes?" she said softly.
"I love you so much," he said, exhaling his words as he fumbled with the box, "and I want to know if you'll marry me..."
He placed the black velvet box on the linen tablecloth in front of her and opened it to reveal the enormous yellow gem.
Jill felt an indescribable numbness. It was unlike any other combination of emotions she'd ever known before: pure joy mixed with a sense of relief so strong it was almost painful. This was exactly what she wanted. It was what she'd hoped for, even though lately she had begun to despair.
As her good friend Talia always told her, she was smart in everything but men. The two had been friends since high school, and they were roommates at Cornell. Through the years, Talia would openly marvel at Jill's ineptness when it came to relationships with the opposite sex. "Your IQ drops from a ski size to a shoe size," she was fond of saying.
And until this moment, because of her past, Jill had irrationally suspected that something with Kurt was about to go wrong. Their relationship had matured to the point where the next logical step was marriage, but that seemed almost too good to be true. Part of her apprehension came from the notion that she was getting old. She was secretly desperate to have a child, and time was running out. She felt the panic of a final exam coming to a close with a dozen pages left to finish. The unwarranted thought of having to find someone new and start all over from the beginning again filled her with horror.
All that was annihilated in an instant. Tears streamed down her face. Words backed up in her throat, but a bubbling laughter escaped in their stead and she nodded her head vigorously and left her chair to throw her arms around his neck.
Kurt laughed too and said, "I guess that's a yes..." "Of course it is," she said, embracing him with all her might. "Then can I kiss you?"
Jill kissed him, gently at first and then passionately before breaking, rising up from his lap and composing herself as best she could. She put the ring on her finger. Then they clasped hands over the table and beamed at each other in silence for several moments.
"Are you happy?" he asked. "I've never been happier," she told him. "When can we be married?" Kurt laughed tolerantly and replied, "Whenever you want. Tomorrow."
"Kurt, really," she said, her smile reaching up and touching the corners of her eyes. "I mean it," he said. "Whenever you want." "Mr. Ford?"
Kurt swung his head around with the smile still fixed on his face.
"Mr. Ford," the manager said in a distressed, apologetic tone. "I have an emergency phone call for you, sir."
Jill saw the alarm on Kurt's face, and her stomach dropped a million miles. She'd never received such a phone call, but she knew Kurt had. Its meaning was written clearly on the manager's face. Her expression was a universal sign. The harbinger of death.
"You can take it in my office," the manager said under her breath. The Glen Haven Inn was at the far south end of the lake, where the steep ridges of the lofty hills prevented the use of cell phones.
Kurt offered Jill a faded smile and gave her hand one last gentle squeeze before he rose from the table and followed the manager inside. With a blank face, Jill watched him cross the veranda. She fought against it, but her instincts told her that, like a young girl being rudely awakened from a dream, the most magical moment in her life was now over.
Copyright ? 2002 by Tim Green
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When I read The Fourth Perimeter by Tim Green I only had one word to describe it... Wow! It was one of the best written books that I have ever read and probably on the top of my favorites list. If i had to place this book in a certain category, I would have to place it into the category of suspenseful mystery. I think that Tim wants to leave the mystery in the book about what is going to happen, but he still wants people to get the action packed thrill. He does an outstanding job of balancing both of these in the book. I think that The Fourth Perimeter has many traits that make a book interesting to read. The three big categories that I look for in a book are action, descriptive detail, and enjoyment while reading. I would score The Fourth Perimeter highly in each of these categories. In The Fourth Perimeter, there is a ton of action. The man in the story, Kurt, is on a rampage to find out what really happened to his son who supposedly committed suicide. Kurt has to trust his killer instincts to get him out of predicaments, such as when he is in a cop car and has to escape. This book kept me guessing until the very end with each page holding a new action packed sequence. The Fourth Perimeter contains enough descriptive detail to keep you engrossed in the book, but there is still that sense of mysteriousness that keeps you guessing. I especially like how the book is so descriptive during the fight scenes because he makes you feel like you are standing in the same room egging them on. Without this descriptive detail, the book wouldn't be half as good. The author lets some of the details go to the reader's mind when he is talking about Kurt's plan that he is coming up with. He provides just enough insight to give the reader an idea of what Kurt is planning but he doesn't reveal the whole plan. When you are reading a book, you do not want to feel like you have to analyze it or work at reading it; you just want to read a book for the pure enjoyment of escaping real life and living a character's life through the words on a page. The Fourth Perimeter provides an excellent example of this. Throughout the book you know that you are reading the book for your own personal reasons, not for some English assignment where you will have to analyze it. Even a professional analyst would not be able to find an underlying meaning to this book. It is a straightforward book that could not be read for anything other than enjoyment. Tim Green does an amazing job writing this book. I think that the information in this book was mostly pulled from his experiences as a lawyer. While that may have been the main inspiration, Tim was also a pro football player and that has helped him to write many other sports books. Being both a football player and a lawyer has given Tim an advantage in writing because he has a wide variety of experiences to draw from.
This book is very captivating from the first page all the way until the end. I mean really, who cannot enjoy something about how a man is going to avenge the death of his kid? Especially since the man, Kurt, finds out that in order to avenge his son's death he will have to go to the very top of the political food chain. Through many trials and tribulations, Kurt uses all of his acquired resources to find out what really happened to his son. The stuff that he finds is very scary to think about. A very thrilling book that you will have to read. It will keep you captivated until the very end.
How would you feel if someone murdered your own child? Revenge comes to the minds of most. That is precisely how Kurt Ford felt when he learned his only son (a secret service agent) was killed by the President of the USA. A thrilling story that illustrates how far a father will go to exact revenge on child's death. Kurt devised a cleaver plan to draw the President out on a lake in New York for a fundraising fishing trip. Through weeks of meticulous planning, Kurt had the perfect plan to assassinate the man who he believed murdered his son. The plan went according to perfectly until just before Kurt pulled the trigger. The President pleaded and explained it was not him who ordered his son's death. Kurt purposely missed the point blank shot, dove into the lake and escaped arrest to find out his closest friend was truly behind his son's death. In the end, Kurt murdered the man responsible for his son's death and escaped the country to avoid being arrested for attempting to assassinate The President. One of the prevailing themes in The Fourth Perimeter is "Those who plot the destruction of others often perish in the attempt." (Once said by Thomas Moore) The many days and nights that Kurt spent scouting the land around the lake and planning to execute the president almost destroyed his marriage. If Kurt didn't have such a strong and patient wife, his marriage would have been over as well as his life. In most cases, revenge often hurts those who plot against others. I loved the extremely fast paced action in this book because Tim Green's writing style kept things very intense and it was a hard to put down. I also enjoyed learning about how incredibly sophisticated the president's secret service is with their combat skills and technology. One thing that I disliked about this book was that there was a lot of emphasis on the planning stage Kurt Ford went through in order to kill the president, but not much time was devoted to the actual act in the book. I also didn't like how easy it appeared to escape after shooting the President of The United States because in real life, Kurt Ford would have been shot before he even entered the water. This is an outstanding read for anyone who loves a great thriller novel but should only be read by mature audiences due to the level of violence within the book. I also strongly recommend "The Fourth Perimeter" for all types of adults with children because it shows how quickly even a docile parent can turn towards revenge after their child's death. I also recommend "The First 48" another thriller novel by Tim Green which is packed with action that will leave any reader breathless. Over all, "The Fourth Perimeter" is a 5 star book that will enthrall any reader.
I'm a big fan of the thriller, and I'm willing to let my imagine stretch for the sake of a good plot, however this book just didn't do it for me. The plot was VERY underdeveloped, and there were several times that I was left saying 'That makes no sense at all.' This book was very disappointing in that the borderline plot just didn't feed up to the ending.