The Helios Conspiracy

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FBI Agent Andy Fisher has little respect for authority and even less love for paperwork. While his supervisors object to his unorthodox methods, they cannot argue with his results: he has just saved New York City from a terrorist attack. Fisher is in the Big Apple when he learns that an old girlfriend, Kathy Feder, has been shot dead. Kathy’s the only woman Fisher ever truly loved, and he’s not about to just watch the NYPD conduct the official investigation. Armed with a pack of Camels and enough caffeine to kill...

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Overview

FBI Agent Andy Fisher has little respect for authority and even less love for paperwork. While his supervisors object to his unorthodox methods, they cannot argue with his results: he has just saved New York City from a terrorist attack. Fisher is in the Big Apple when he learns that an old girlfriend, Kathy Feder, has been shot dead. Kathy’s the only woman Fisher ever truly loved, and he’s not about to just watch the NYPD conduct the official investigation. Armed with a pack of Camels and enough caffeine to kill an elephant, Fisher is determined to find out who killed Kathy and why.
Kathy was a key employee of Icarus Sun Works, and her death threatens to delay the launch of a satellite that will harvest solar energy and beam it to earth as electricity. When perfected, the technology will power entire cities for literally pennies. And the energy will be clean: no more BP disasters, no more Fukushima catastrophes.

The launch proceeds, but the rocket carrying the satellite into space mysteriously explodes. Fisher learns that it was sabotaged as part of an intricate Chinese campaign to destroy the project and steal the technology. As he delves deeper into the conspiracy, against his better judgment, Fisher starts to fall for the woman who designed the rocket. The irascible, overcaffeinated FBI agent must save his new love from assassination — and protect the satellite system from a deadly plot that will stop at nothing to destroy it.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
DeFelice's third thriller featuring maverick FBI Agent Andy Fisher (after Threat Level Black) features neither a compelling storyline nor a memorable lead. In the "near present," Fisher, who occupies a unique niche in the Bureau as the "one-man problem-solver" for the director, ignores an email from a former girlfriend, Kathy Feder, and lives to regret it. While he's otherwise engaged at a bar, Feder is gunned down in her hotel room. Tragically, Feder's last communiqué is opened too late; Fisher learns after her murder that she wanted his help to deal with something "terrible," and dedicates himself to tracking down her killer. She had been working as the vice-president for finance for Icarus Sun Works, an energy concern whose Helios project aimed to capture the sun's energy via satellite and beam it down to earth. The threat that innovation poses to other players in the energy business supplies an obvious motive for her murder, and Fisher travels the country to bring Feder some justice. The author keeps things moving, but the lead's quirks aren't enough to sustain interest. (Feb.)
From the Publisher
“A terrific tale with a whirlwind plot. Jim DeFelice has all the tools of a masterful storyteller. The Helios Conspiracy is a world-class adventure.”

—Clive Cussler, New York Times bestselling author of Crescent Dawn

“Jim DeFelice has an extraordinary imagination and a delightfully readable style; his stories sizzle.”

—Stephen Coonts, New York Times bestselling author of The Disciple

“The Helios Conspiracy grabs you with a great story and intriguing characters. Even the bad guys are well done. It’s fast-paced and thoroughly enjoyable.”

—Larry Bond, New York Times bestselling author of Cold Choices

“This book is a complete success with its appealing investigator, rapid-fire dialogue and convincing storytelling, which exposes the overlap between science and politics. The climax, played out on New Mexico's Indian ruins in the dead of night, could hardly be more satisfying. A breezy and informative FBI thriller with personality to burn.”

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Kirkus Reviews
Wisecracking, rule-breaking FBI special agent Andy Fisher (Threat Level Black, 2005) returns to investigate the murder of his long mooned-over ex-girlfriend Kathy, brainy point person behind potentially life-changing solar-energy technology. Fisher discovers that the Chinese stand first in line to sabotage her company's groundbreaking project and steal its research, but they are hardly alone in opposing Icarus Sun Works. The New Mexico concern is all set to begin launching satellites that can draw energy from space and send it back to earth as inexpensive, environment-friendly electricity. The mysterious explosion of the rocket carrying a test satellite benefits energy profiteers who manipulate gas and electricity prices and make millions from brownouts. One of those investors, slimy Jonathon Loup, is in hock to the Chinese. The Russians have their own man on the ground doing dirty deeds. Fisher, who is addicted equally to bad coffee, cigarettes and withering sarcasm, ultimately must save Kathy's co-worker and longtime friend Sandra from an assassin—a task made personal by the strong attraction he feels to her, years after having a crush on her. Criss-crossing the country, from New York to New Mexico to California to Pennsylvania, Fisher is the epitome of unflappability, until love unexpectedly re-enters his life. After reading this terrific book, mystery fans will hope that the prolific DeFelice, best known for military and techno-thrillers (some co-written with Stephen Coonts, Larry Bond and Richard Marcinko), brings him back more frequently. Smarter and funnier than its Da Vinci-esque title might suggest, this book is a complete success with its appealing investigator, rapid-fire dialogue and convincing storytelling, which exposes the overlap between science and politics. The climax, played out on New Mexico's Indian ruins in the dead of night, could hardly be more satisfying. A breezy and informative FBI thriller with personality to burn.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781469258959
  • Publisher: Brilliance Audio
  • Publication date: 1/29/2013
  • Format: MP3 on CD
  • Edition description: Unabridged
  • Product dimensions: 5.37 (w) x 7.50 (h) x 0.50 (d)

Meet the Author

Jim DeFelice is the author of many military thrillers and has frequently collaborated with New York Times bestselling authors Stephen Coonts, Larry Bond, and Richard Marcinko. DeFelice’s solo novels include Threat Level Black, Coyote Bird, War Breaker, and Brother’s Keeper.

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1

NEW YORK CITY

 

Most people who met Andy Fisher on the job would never believe he’d been in love. They wouldn’t even think it was a possibility—past, present, and certainly not to come.

This was not to say that Fisher wasn’t good-looking, or attractive. He had an athletic build and a pleasing face, even if work often caused it to prune up into a scowl. He was generally quick-witted and occasionally funny, and on closer inspection proved to have few outstanding debts and a full set of straightened teeth.

There were some flaws: Anyone trying to gaze into his azure blue eyes generally had to do so through a haze of cigarette smoke. And to kiss his lips, they would generally have to pry a coffee cup away. But these were likely to be seen as eminently fixable, if they were viewed as flaws at all.

The more one knew of Andy Fisher, however, the higher the caution flags flew. For one thing, he was an FBI special agent. And special in his case meant special.

All field agents for the Bureau were, literally, “special,” but in Fisher’s case the adjective was not merely a product of union negotiations or civil service posting requirements. Fisher held a unique position within the Bureau. Officially, he headed an agency subunit in charge of investigating high-tech crimes; unofficially, he was a one-man problem-solver for the head of the Bureau, who though he liked Fisher’s results was sufficiently horrified by his methods to keep him at least one supervisor removed at all times.

Fisher’s job meant that he traveled often, kept ungodly hours, and bulged in unlikely places even when wearing a custom-tailored suit.

Or would have, had he owned such a suit.

But it was the aforementioned scowl that was the real problem for any potential lover. For Fisher, despite his excellence as an FBI agent—and his track record indicated that he really was excellent, despite his unorthodox methods and the litany of complaints from those who tried to supervise him—was a full-blown cynic. And a sarcastic one, to boot.

True, cynicism was a common trait in twenty-first-century America, where anyone over the age of five could not only artfully debunk the latest statement from the White House but identify at least three private interest groups who would increase their donations in the next election cycle because of it. But Fisher was a particularly hard case, even for the FBI, which had investigated Santa Claus for Communist affiliations during the reign of J. Edgar Hoover. (The file remains sealed.)

This did not hinder his work product. Fisher was not a vitriolic cynic, fortunately, and his habit of looking at a thing five or six times before drawing a conclusion was an asset to an investigator. He could even cite philosophical underpinnings for his approach, mentioning Aristotle or Descartes or Heidegger when appropriate, which fortunately it rarely was.

But his general distrust of all information—authority, too—hampered him in social settings. As for human relationships, it was alleged by some supervisors who knew and loathed him that he had not been born, but rather sprang directly into being full-formed. They held that no mother could have raised such a child.

Those of a more religious and philosophical bent swore that while he was in fact human, he suffered from a soul blackened by skepticism and disrespect. They believed the cigarettes he pretended to smoke were actually a cover for the fires of hell smoldering within his chest.

Fisher would have objected immediately to such a theory: What proof was there that he had a soul? No one in the Bureau could offer any such proof, not even the chaplain, who on more than one occasion had been reduced to muttering “Even God makes mistakes” after an exchange with the Bureau’s most special special agent.

But Fisher had once been in love. And as great a mystery as this might seem, it would be easily explained by meeting Katherine Feder. For if there was one person in the world capable of loving someone as skeptical as Andy Fisher, Kathy was that person.

She was not gorgeous. In a certain light, with certain clothes, she could easily be called pretty, but Kathy was not a model. In photos she tended to look awkward, a little too skinny or a few pounds overweight, her hair just slightly off or too perfectly arranged.

Meeting her in person was a different matter entirely. In person, her essence shone through. Five minutes with Kathy was enough to liquefy any heart, even one made of igneous rock like Fisher’s. Ten minutes might be enough to make the devil leave hell and follow Mother Theresa.

Describing why this was, however, was difficult. Fisher, with all his gifts, could not have done it. The things that made her personality shine—her generosity, her good humor, her easy laugh—when examined separately seemed common enough. Her honesty, tact, and goodwill were somewhat rarer, yet certainly not unknown. Her respect for others, her genuine concern for strangers as well as friends, her ability to make whomever she was talking to feel as if he or she was the center of the universe were rarer still, but not extinct.

The fact that she was tremendous in bed—again, an extremely admirable quality, one certainly appreciated by Fisher, but one that was not completely without peer, even in Fisher’s experience.

It was the combination of all these things and more that made Kathy special. Yet at the same time she was not a Hallmark card; there was a toughness about her, and a touch of skepticism, without which a character like Fisher would never have been attracted to her. She was, in many ways, the perfect match for him—sweet where he was sour, soft where he was hard, yet unlikely to wilt under the brunt of his glare.

The relationship had begun, as many things do, in college. It had extended on afterward, even as Fisher became an FBI agent. And then it had failed, suddenly and ingloriously. It was an implosion rather than an explosion, but it was violent and tortuous nonetheless, with multiple attempts at reignition, until finally a pale of darkness settled in, and there was nothing left but ashes.

The failure of their relationship still hurt, though it was by now several years past. And so when Fisher checked his e-mail queue that night and spotted the familiar address, he felt a pang under his ribs.

Indigestion, he would have sworn.

He looked at the address a moment, wondering if his memory or eyes were playing tricks—if perhaps he had misremembered the address or if his eyes were confusing a letter. But the address was her name, with the middle initial, at AOL, and there was no mistake.

His finger hovered over his BlackBerry, poised to delete. Then it backed off.

He moved the cursor up and down the screen, uncharacteristically indecisive.

Maybe it was the fact that he was in New York on Bureau business as a representative at a security conference. He’d always had a complicated relationship with the city.

In the end, he did what many men would do: He left the message unread, and went down to the hotel bar to have a drink.

It was a decision he would regret for the rest of his life.

 

Copyright © 2012 by Jim DeFelice

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  • Posted March 2, 2012

    Great thriller

    DeFelice takes a break from his usual hard-core military thrillers (Leopards Kill, etc.) with a wise-cracking FBI agent. Pretty entertaining and off-beat, even when the author goes over the top.

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    Posted October 10, 2013

    A must read!

    Could not put down.

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    Posted March 28, 2012

    Great Book

    Could not put it down once I started.

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