This is the new Repairman jack book from F. Paul Wilson, the tenth in the series.
“Part hard-boiled detective novel, part "Matrix"and all fun, Wilson's latest and, perhaps, greatest kept me up all night. A pulse-pounding novel that grips you by the throat and doesn't let go even when it's over.” Eric Van Lustbader, author of The Testament
“F. Paul Wilson's Repairman Jack is a cultural icon. If you haven't crossed paths with him, you're out of the loop. Get with the program.” David Morrell, author of Creepers
“Provides everything that fans of this excellent and frequently horrific series have come to expect.” Publishers Weekly
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By Wilson, F. Paul
Forge BooksCopyright © 2006 Wilson, F. Paul
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"Hey, Jack, can I bother you a minute?"
Jack sat at his table in the rear of Julio's. He looked up from his coffee and saw Timmy O'Brien, one of Julio's regulars. A fiftyish guy, thin, hangdog face, watery eyes, and wearing a Hawaiian shirt in January.
Julio's, an Upper West Side bar that had fought the good fight and succeeded in holding on to its working-class roots through the neighborhood's decades of legitimization, rehabilitation, restoration, and gentrification, had been Jack's hang for years. Julio always saved him a table where he could sit with his back to the wall.
"Well, yeah. I mean, I know about what happened last month, and I'm really sorry for your loss. I know you've still got to be bummed, but I could really use some help, Jack."
Jack sighed. He'd been on sabbatical, ignoring e-mails and voice mails from prospective customers. Didn't feel he could focus enough--or care enough--to earn his fee. That was part of it. Truth was he was having trouble caring about much of anything outside his small, immediate circle. No interest, no energy, and probably drinking too much these past three weeks.
He didn't need a shrink to tell him he was depressed. But a shrink would want to give himpills, and Jack didn't want pills. He preferred beer--but not before lunch.
He couldn't find the energy to get up and get out and get moving again. What was the point? Who cared? And when he got right down to it, did anything he did, anything he'd ever done, matter in the long run? Had he ever made a difference?
But Timmy looked so needy. Jack wasn't ready to venture outside his self-circumscribed world of Julio's, Abe's, Gia's, and his own place, but maybe he could make a few suggestions.
He pointed to the seat across from him.
As Timmy settled his butt in the chair and his draft on the table, Jack reviewed what he knew about the man.
A dozen years ago Timmy had been an advertising hotshot, near the peak of the copywriter heap. Lots of money, but too much of it going up his nose. His agency had been on the short list for a big Citibank account and he had this idea that he was sure would clinch it for them. He'd once shown the Julio's gang a mockup of the ad.
A big, neon-bright lettered cross with tiny letters below it:
Everyone here at Julio's had thought it was way cool, but the new Timmy said he had no idea where his old self had come up with such a stupid idea. The agency brass had told him to forget it, but coke-fueled grandiosity mixed with his own hubris had convinced him that this was the only way to go. So against all advice and all orders, he'd pitched it to the bank officers, telling them that though he knew it would be controversial, that very controversy would make Citibank a household name.
The officers agreed, but figured the bank's name would be associated with other words in those households--like "hell-bound" and "damned" and "sacrilegious."
The multimillion-dollar account went elsewhere. And soon after, so did Timmy.
After bottoming out a few years later, he put himself in rehab, joined NA, and cleaned up his act.
But the clean and sober Timmy was not the same man. The guy who'd had his finger on the pulse of America's wants--who'd even created some of those wants--could never quite localize that throb again. He was still in advertising, but working far below the apogee of his heyday. Always a little out of step--like the Hawaiian shirt--ever functioning just outside the norm. No longer big-time, resigned to be forever small-time.
In other words, a prototypical Julio's regular.
But Jack didn't remember ever seeing him here before five o'clock. And a morning beer--even if it was late morning--wasn't like the new Timmy. Something had to be bothering him.
"It's about my niece."
A problem with a fourteen-year-old girl. That could mean anything from promiscuity to drugs to being an all-around wild child. None of which Jack could help with.
Timmy held up a hand. "Now, now, I know what you're thinking, but it's nothing like that. Cailin's a good kid. She goes to Mount Saint Ursula, scholarship and all--straight-A student, field hockey, the whole thing."
"Then what is it?"
"I told you, Cailin's not like that. But this morning, somewhere between her house and school, she disappeared."
"This morning?" Jack shook his head. "Hell, Timmy, she's been gone, what, four hours? She's probably off with her boyfriend."
"Except her boyfriend's in school."
"What do the police say?"
"Same as you: Hasn't been gone long enough. If someone had seen foul play, that'd be a different story. But with kids running away all the time, they're pretty blasé about the whole thing. Like, 'Yeah-yeah, come back when it's been a coupla days.' So I'm coming to you, Jack."
Jack sighed. He could see Timmy was worried, but he had to lay out a few facts of life.
"I don't do missing persons, Timmy, especially a hot case. And there's a very good reason for that: I can't. I don't have the resources. I'm just one guy, and the cops are many. And they've got all those computers and databases and people from CSI: New York."
"But they're not using them!"
"The other thing is, I'm not a detective. I'm a fix-it guy."
"Well, then, fix this."
"Damn it, Jack!"
Timmy slammed his palms on the table. His beer mug and Jack's coffee cup jumped. The midday regulars looked over, then went back to their drinks and talk. He lowered his voice.
"My sister's going nuts, Jack, and so am I. I never had kids--two wives but no kids. Cailin's been like a daughter. I couldn't love her more if she were really mine."
That struck a nerve. Jack knew the feeling. He had the same relationship with Vicky.
"What do you think I can do, Timmy?"
"You know people, and you know people who know people--people the cops don't know."
"As in, 'I've Got Friends in Low Places'?"
"You know what I mean. Put the word out--a sort of street-level Amber Alert. I'll pay a reward--five hundred, a thousand, my apartment, anything." His throat worked as his voice choked. "I just want her safe and sound. Is that too much to ask?"
It might be, but Jack supposed he could make a few calls. Timmy was a regular here, and Julio's regulars tended to watch each others' backs. How could he say no?
"Okay, I'll call some people." He kept his phone list at home. A quick walk from here. "But five hundred won't be enough."
Timmy spread his hands. "I know you don't come cheap, but like I said: anything."
"What I'm trying to tell you is we're venturing into What's-in-it-for-me Land. Some of the guys I call, and most of the guys they call, aren't going to pass the word around out of the goodness of their hearts. They're going to need incentive."
"Name the figure."
Jack had done this before and knew it had to be set up so, in case of success, everyone along the chain walked away with something. What he'd tell his first-line contacts was that if someone in their contact string found the girl, they'd get the same reward as the finder. This would go down the line: If A tells B who tells C who tells D who finds the girl, all four get the same reward. Five hundred bucks apiece seemed like a good incentive--one that looked better and better as it moved down the chain, ballooning to a bonanza by the time it reached the street people.
"Probably cost you twenty-five hundred, although it might go as high as five."
Timmy slumped with relief.
"Done. I can't think of anything better to spend it on."
"Got a pen?" When Timmy handed him one, Jack grabbed a napkin and readied to write. "What's she look like? What was she wearing?"
"She left the house in a blue coat over a typical Catholic girls' school outfit. You know: white blouse, blue sweater, blue-and-white plaid skirt, blue knee socks."
Jack shook his head. "Got to be a gazillion kids dressed like that in the city."
"Yeah, but they don't have Cailin's hair. It's bright red--all natural--and wild. She's always complaining about how nothing she tries will control it."
"Got a picture?"
"Sure." Timmy fumbled in a back pocket for his wallet. "You thinking of posting it around?"
Jack shook his head. He had neither the time nor the manpower for that sort of canvassing.
"Just want to see her face."
Timmy wiggled a wrinkled photo out of his wallet and passed it across.
"Taken maybe a month ago."
Jack stared at the girl in the picture. Cute kid. Round face, freckles, red and green bands on her braces, and a Santa cap squished on her wild red mop.
"You weren't kidding about the hair."
"She goes on and on about it. She'll wear you out with her constant carping about it, but . . ." He wiped an eye. "I'd give anything to be listening to her right now."
Jack rose and clapped him on the shoulder.
"I'll get on it. Can I keep the photo?"
"Sure. Long as you need it."
"No promises, Timmy, beyond making the calls. It's a long shot."
Timmy grabbed his hand and squeezed.
"I know, but you're all I've got right now."
Jack waved good-bye to Julio and stepped out into the cutting January wind.
Long shot? Who was he kidding? More like hitting a dime at a thousand yards with a Saturday night special.
Copyright © 2006 by F. Paul Wilson
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F. Paul Wilson is the New York Times bestselling author of the Repairman Jack novels and winner of the Horror Writers Association Lifetime Achievement Award. He lives in Wall, New Jersey.
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In the 9th Repairman Jack novel, INFERNAL, which preceded HARBINGERS, Jack (a self-employed 'fix-it' expert who aids those in need who have run out of legal solutions) was left raw and vulnerable after great personal losses that occurred after the discovery of a strange device that should never have been unearthed. Still reeling from said losses, Jack is trying to get his head together at his regular hangout, Julio's, when one of the other regulars named Timmy tells Jack that his teenaged niece is missing. The police aren't helping, and Timmy knows something has happened to the girl. When Jack begins his inquiries, he is plunged into a horrific netherworld in which it is beginning to become clear that Jack is part of much larger and more desperate battle than he has heretofore envisioned. And when his family is attacked and injured, Jack gets very angry. And when Jack gets very angry, people begin to die. Strap yourself in for a very dark ride with my favorite serial character, Repairman Jack. If you're new to the series, you can catch up by heading over to Repairman Jack's website, where you'll find information about the characters and plots that encompass this stunning series. I can't say it enough: Repairman Jack rocks! Click on the cover and jack into the coolest horror/suspense series ever!
I have read and enjoyed all of his books up to this one, and i love them. I am only 13, but can only read adult books now.
I read this book out of order. I read this after Legacies. Yeah, I know. I did myself a disservice. This one is best to read after Infernal. This is the 10th book in the series and honestly DO NOT READ THIS UNTIL YOU'VE READ INFERNAL! Don't be like me. I bawled after reading this book. Wow! This was an amazing book but I just wished I would have stopped myself. I got the wrong listing and it nearly killed me. But still, this book answers a lot of questions and raises some new ones. Great read.
This one was excellent. Tied a lot of threads together and raised the intensity level quite a bit. Thoroughly enjoyed this one.
Fast read, good action. Read it all in a day, could not put it down.
Repairman Jack is back and still coming up with his unique brand of fix-its. This book brings Jack to a new point in his life and leads him to make decisions that will effect the rest of his life. Readers and Jack both know the words spoken to him long ago, "there will be no more coincedences" and this book seems to show Jack exactly what that means. Complete with all the usual characters, Abe, Gia, Vicky, Julio, Jack's Glock and others, and a fast pace, this RJ book is a Do Not Miss for fans. New readers may have some trouble with this book, as it is the 10th in an ongoing series that builds upon itself. Start off with The Tomb (Rakoshi as it is also titled) and read up to this book. Trust me, you will fly through the previous 9 and enjoy this book on a higher level. Some may question the ending. One reviewer before me quiestioned it so much he spoiled it (please don't read the 2 reviews by dalnewt if you want to enjoy this book competely). For me it made perfect sense, and while its hard to be vauge, my answer is that there is more than meets the eye to Jack, something that I think makes him truely special. F Paul Wilson reminds us all that Jack knows what he is doing, and gets the job done. A True Repairman!
Just fell in love with the series. Easy & Fun reading for guy's
very good book love repairman Jack stories this book clears up a lot of questions & makes u cry & makes u happy
Still not quite himself after the recent events with his brother the judge (see INFERNAL) Repairman Jack relaxes in Julio's Bar in Manhattan. Fellow regular Timothy asks Repairman Jack for a favor of finding his missing teenage niece Caitlin, a case that the police say is too early for their involvement. Jack agrees to check around as he knows law enforcement will not get involved until it is too late. Jack easily locates Caitlin, but this is not a case closed happy ending. Other people come to her rescue and meet Jack. They believe he is their otherworldly champion sent to defeat the supernatural fiend the Adversary Jack knows first hand from his own history what the Adversary is. His enemy recognizes Jack too, but as a threat. This paranormal entity begins killing anyone associated with Jack to get at him the threat includes Jack's pregnant girlfriend. --- Jack is at his supernatural best in this terrific allegorical thriller in which ¿allies¿ are not friends even if they make strange partners and betrayal is the norm. Fans of this top rate series will enjoy Repairman Jack telling his new pals (and us) about some of his personal history. The opponent is the right kind of Adversary for the enigmatic hero who turns to his mantra of trust no one with your life especially those who insist they have your back (with what). --- Harriet Klausner
'Harbingers' is the 10th novel in F. Paul Wilson's acclaimed Repairman Jack series. And, being the 10th novel, this is NOT a good place to start. 'Harbingers' answers too many questions from previous novels and not knowing those questions will lessen the impact. If you're a new reader you'd be advised to pick up 'The Tomb', 'Legacies' or 'Conspiracies' first. For the RJ fans who were disappointed with 'Infernal', Wilson's previous Jack book, 'Harbingers' is a novel that lays it all out. The last several RJ books have all been leading up to this much like the entire RJ series is leading up to 'Nightworld', but more on this in a moment. The only people who may not be surprised by some of the events in 'Harbingers' are the people who have read Wilson's other series, The Adversary Cycle. As those people know the RJ series has been incorporated into the Adversary Cycle as sort of an offshoot, both of which come crashing together in the finale, 'Nightworld'. The people who have read 'Nightworld' know the final events of both series so this is where I mean 'Harbingers' won't necessarily be as surprising. But don't take this to mean 'Harbingers' is disappointing or bad. Far from it. 'Harbingers' delivers on every level imaginable. (One sidenote: Wilson is tweaking 'Nightworld' for release later this year to bring it more in tune with the RJ series so what we think we know about 'Nightworld' may end up not being the case.) 'Harbingers' is an extremely dark and gritty novel that is sure to please the most critical reader.