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Good As Gone

Good As Gone

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by Douglas Corleone
     
 

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From acclaimed writer Douglas Corleone comes this heart-pounding tale of international intrigue about a man whose mission is to find a young girl who is as GOOD AS GONE…

Former U.S. Marshal Simon Fisk now works as a private contractor, tracking down and recovering children who were kidnapped by their own estranged parents. He only has one

Overview

From acclaimed writer Douglas Corleone comes this heart-pounding tale of international intrigue about a man whose mission is to find a young girl who is as GOOD AS GONE…

Former U.S. Marshal Simon Fisk now works as a private contractor, tracking down and recovering children who were kidnapped by their own estranged parents. He only has one rule: He won't touch stranger abduction cases. He's still haunted by the disappearance of his own daughter years ago when she was just a child, still unsolved, and stranger kidnappings hit too close to home.

"Leaves the reader gasping for breath."Huffington Post

Until, that is, six-year-old Lindsay Sorkin disappears from her parents' hotel room in Paris, and the French police deliver Simon an ultimatum: He can spend years in a French jail for his actions during a long-ago case, or he can work with them now to find Lindsay. With renewed vigor, Simon sets out in pursuit of the missing child and the truth behind her disappearance. But Lindsay's captors did not leave an easy trail—and following it will lead Simon across the continent, through the ritziest nightclubs and the seediest back alleys, and into the darkest, most terrifying place of all: His own past.

"The story doesn't let up, period."—Booklist (starred review)

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
If James Bond were in the business of rescuing kidnapped children, he might easily be mistaken for Simon Fisk, the haunted hero of this slam-bam thriller from Corleone (Last Lawyer Standing). A former U.S. marshal, Fisk now employs his unorthodox skills recovering kids abducted by noncustodial parents to countries that don’t recognize U.S. custody decisions—a line of work he chose after a stranger snatched his six-year-old daughter six years earlier. Fisk has just extracted a boy from Bordeaux when French police strong-arm him into trying to help them find little Lindsay Sorkin, a six-year-old American kidnapped from her parents’ Paris hotel room hours earlier. With her father the designer of a cutting-edge weapons technology, Fisk fears the worst—but the blitzkrieg hunt and accompanying mayhem that ensues across several countries is far more harrowing than even he could have imagined. For readers willing to suspend disbelief, it’s an adrenaline rush with a character worth rooting for. Agent: Robin Rue, Writers House. (Aug.)
Kirkus Reviews
A child's kidnapping leads a specialist in child recovery on a torrid chase across two continents. Simon Fisk's stint as a U.S. Marshal ended when his daughter Hailey was kidnapped. His wife, Tasha, was so distraught when she couldn't be found that she swallowed a lethal dose of pills. Now, Simon makes his living recovering children abducted by estranged parents who've taken them to countries who won't return them to the U.S. He's just wrapping up a case in France when he's grabbed by the local gendarmes. They press him to meet with Vince and Lori Sorkin, whose daughter Lindsay has been grabbed by somebody who's not her parent. Showing a generally well-concealed soft side, Simon at last agrees to help. Lindsay's trail takes him to Germany, Poland, Ukraine and Belarus. Along the way, he picks up sidekicks as different as Berlin private eye Kurt Ostermann and Warsaw lawyer Anastazja, but Corleone (Last Lawyer Standing, 2012, etc.) keeps the pattern reassuringly similar: Simon makes contact with criminal small fry who lead him to bigger fry; he confronts the bigger fry and demands information about Lindsay; they stonewall; bang bang bang. The most pleasing complication--everywhere in Europe Simon goes, he is himself wanted for kidnapping or related felonies--passes away when he crosses into Asia. What's left is the deep, uncomplicated pleasure of watching a skilled professional kick major ass. "What's more noble than trying to rescue an imperiled child?" Simon asks himself. Nobility is in short supply here, but this self-assessment is a lot more accurate than his reflection that "this wasn't an action movie."
New York Times bestselling coauthor (with James Pa David Ellis

Everything I want in a thriller - an ingenious plot, breathtaking pace, and one of the coolest new heroes to come along in years.
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If James Bond were in the business of rescuing kidnapped children, he might easily be mistaken for Simon Fisk, the haunted hero of this slam-bam thriller...[Good As Gone is] an adrenaline rush with a character worth rooting for.” —Publishers Weekly

Good As Gone makes for a heart-wrenching but also adrenaline-producing adventure that readers should eat up...Corleone races with the wind in telling Fisk's story, and leaves the reader gasping for breath at the end.” —Huffington Post

“[F]ast paced and lean...[O]nce the story kicks into high gear, which is pretty much at the top of page 2, it doesn't let up, period.” —Booklist (starred review)

Like Lee Child, Corleone delivers an adrenaline-fueled plot with believable, complex characters.” —South Florida Sun-Sentinel

A torrid chase... Good As Gone leaves you with the deep, uncomplicated pleasure of watching a skilled professional kick major ass.” —Kirkus Reviews

The relentless pace...will have readers clamoring for more.” —RT Book Reviews (4 stars)

“Delivers a lightning-fast pace, surprising and heartfelt twists, and action aplenty.” —Jeff Abbott, New York Times bestselling author of The Last Minute

Good As Gone is as good as it gets. Douglas Corleone has crafted one hell of a thriller.” —Michael Palmer, New York Times bestselling author of Political Suicide

“Goes from zero to 60 in under six seconds and never lets off the gas!” —Andrew Gross, New York Times bestselling author of 15 Seconds

“A terrific international thriller. I expected to be entertained when I picked up a novel by Douglas Corleone and was rewarded handsomely. Highly recommended.” —James Grippando, New York Times bestselling author of Blood Money

“Douglas Corleone and was rewarded handsomely. Highly recommended.” —James Grippando, New York Times bestselling author of Blood Money

“Everything I want in a thriller – an ingenious plot, breathtaking pace, and one of the coolest new heroes to come along in years.” —David Ellis, New York Times bestselling coauthor (with James Patterson) of Guilty Wives

Good As Gone propels Douglas Corleone into Lee Child territory. Yeah, it's that good.” —Jason Starr, international bestselling author of The Pack

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781250017208
Publisher:
St. Martin's Press
Publication date:
08/20/2013
Series:
Simon Fisk Series, #1
Edition description:
First Edition
Pages:
304
Product dimensions:
6.48(w) x 9.36(h) x 1.03(d)

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Chapter 1

I was resting in the rear of a taxi heading north out of the city on our way to Charles de Gaulle when I first heard the sirens. I opened my eyes and watched the red needle on the speedometer drop steadily as the driver turned the wheel to the right. In the rearview I glimpsed a half-dozen white Peugeots topped with flashing light bars bearing down on us. As we pulled to the shoulder, two of the cruisers skidded to a halt diagonally just in front of us, two boxed us in on the side, and the remaining vehicles screamed to a stop at our tail. I instinctively inventoried myself though I knew I wasn’t carrying any contraband—nothing at all that would link me to the missing boy in Bordeaux.

The driver casually rolled down his window. One of the officers poked his head in, asked the driver in French where we were going.

L’aéroport,” the driver said.

The officer nodded, glanced at me, and switched to English, speaking to the driver as though I weren’t there.

“I require your passenger to step out of the vehicle,” he said. “Slowly, always showing me his hands.”
Two younger officers stood outside the window to my right, hands on their sidearms. In the rearview I noticed several other officers taking cover behind their open car doors, their weapons already drawn.
With a sigh I slid over to the driver’s side and gently opened the door. With my hands held out before me I stepped onto the road.

“Monsieur Fisk,” the officer said as he sized me up. The rank insignia on his uniform jacket indicated he was a lieutenant, formerly known as an inspector. “I would like for you to accompany us back to Paris.”
Cautiously, I lowered my hands.

“Sorry, Lieutenant. I have a plane to catch.”

“You may return with us voluntarily or involuntarily,” he said, “it makes no difference to me.”

“Am I under arrest?”

The lieutenant made a show of gazing over my left shoulder at his officers with their drawn SIG SP 2022s.

“Does it appear to you that you are free to leave?”

I didn’t give him the satisfaction of looking behind me. Instead I pictured the route back to National Police Headquarters. If memory served, we’d be heading to Ile de la Cité, which meant passing through several areas of heavy traffic. Assuming we wouldn’t be blaring sirens all the way, we should be moving slowly enough to facilitate an escape. Perhaps on Rue du Faubourg Saint-Honoré near the Palais de l’Elysée, a short distance from the American embassy, and thus, safety.

“All right, then,” I said. “Let’s get on with it.”

The lieutenant, whose nameplate read DAVIGNON, escorted me to the last cruiser, patted me down, and opened the rear door. He didn’t cuff me, didn’t push me roughly into the car while pretending to protect my skull. He just motioned to the inside and permitted me to seat myself. Strange, I thought. But then, I’d never been arrested in Paris. Tokyo, yes. Beijing, sure. Moscow, Oslo, Budapest. Mexico City, more than once. But never Paris. Until now.

“What about my luggage?” I said.

Davignon smirked and slammed the door.

Maybe the French police weren’t so cordial after all.

No worries. Lieutenant Davignon had left me my hands, which were more than I needed. I’d planned to make do with only my feet. At the first congested intersection, I’d summon this morning’s croissants and espresso and decorate their backseat. All I needed from them was to open my door; the rest would be up to me.

Davignon, who looked to be in his midforties, sat up front in the passenger seat. The moment we pulled off the shoulder, he turned forty-five degrees and began talking at me.

“Simon Fisk,” he said in heavily accented English, “thirty-nine years old. Born: London, England, to Alden and Tatum Fisk. One sibling: a slightly older sister named Tuesday, who was actually born six minutes after midnight on a Wednesday morning. When you were five, your father, who possessed dual U.K. and U.S. citizenship, left London for Providence, Rhode Island, taking you with him and leaving your mother and sister behind. To my knowledge, you have not seen either of them since.”

I set my jaw and glared at him through the wire.

“If you’re attempting to get a rise out of me, Lieutenant, I suggest we stop off at the nearest pharmacy and pick up a bottle of Cialis. Otherwise, you’re wasting your time.”

Davignon ignored me. “At seventeen you left home to attend American University in Washington D.C., where you majored in Justice and minored in Law and Society. While at university, you met Tasha Lynn Dunne of Richmond, Virginia, and soon fell head over heels in love, as the Americans say. Both of you graduated American with honors and married a year later in a sizable ceremony in Norfolk. Your father, Alden, wasn’t invited and didn’t attend. From there you moved back to the District of Columbia, where you began serious study and conditioning to become a United States Marshal. You submitted a flawless application, excelled in interviews, and were invited into Basic Training at FLETC in Glynco, Georgia. After seventeen and a half weeks of rigorous training, you were assigned to fugitive investigations in the D.C. field office, an assignment you yourself requested.”

I stared out the window at the unfamiliar landscape blowing by. Wherever we were making for, it wasn’t National Police Headquarters.

“After four months on the job,” Davignon continued, “you announced to your immediate supervisor that your wife, Tasha, was pregnant. Another six months after that, your daughter, Hailey, was born.”

"Enough,” I finally snapped, angry at the direction in which both the conversation and the vehicle were heading. “Where are you taking me?”

Davignon finally turned fully in his seat to face me. It was only then that I noticed just how heavy and tired his eyes looked, how his five o’clock shadow reflected an additional twelve hours or so.

“To a very private place,” he said. “Where you and I can have a long talk. And possibly come to some sort of an arrangement.”

Copyright © 2013 by Douglas Corleone

Meet the Author

DOUGLAS CORLEONE is a former New York City defense attorney and winner of the MB/MWA First Crime Novel Competition. He now lives in the Hawaiian Islands with his wife and two children. Good as Gone is his fourth novel.

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