The Mark [NOOK Book]

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Right as I'm about to die, I realize all the myths are fake. There's no white light at the end of a tunnel. My life isn't flashing before my eyes.

All I can think about is how much I want to live.

I moved to New York City a month ago to become the best journalist the world had ever seen. To find the greatest stories never told. And now here I am—Henry Parker, twenty-four years old and weary beyond rational ...

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Overview


Right as I'm about to die, I realize all the myths are fake. There's no white light at the end of a tunnel. My life isn't flashing before my eyes.

All I can think about is how much I want to live.

I moved to New York City a month ago to become the best journalist the world had ever seen. To find the greatest stories never told. And now here I am—Henry Parker, twenty-four years old and weary beyond rational thought, a bullet one trigger pull from ending my life.

I can't run. Running is all Amanda and I have done for the past seventy-two hours. And I'm tired. Tired of knowing the truth and not being able to tell it.

Five minutes ago I thought I had the story all figured out.

I knew that both of these men—one an FBI agent, the other an assassin—wanted me dead, but for very different reasons.

If I die tonight—more people will die tomorrow.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly

Debut novelist Pinter turns in a stellar performance, taking to the suspense-thriller field with great confidence and greater promise. Disappointed to find that his new job with the prestigious New York Gazetteis all pap pieces and obits, 24-year-old freshman journalist Henry Parker jumps at the chance to work with the paper's top reporter on a where-are-they-now look at "the scum of New York." Arriving at the apartment of ex-con Luis Guzman with some follow-up questions, Henry finds a scene right out of Goodfellas: a big guy pistol-whipping a terrified Guzman and his wife. Before Henry knows what's happening, the victims turn the table, the assailant is killed, and Henry is left holding the smoking gun. From there, the cub reporter goes on the run-his only ally an unsuspecting NYU coed-while trying figure out how he became wanted by the NYPD, the FBI and the mob. Though some of his situations can strain credibility, Pinter's a wizard at punching out page-turning action, and the voice of his headstrong protagonist is sure to win readers over; his wild ride should thrill any suspense junky. (July)

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Library Journal

From the opening sentence to the exhilarating conclusion, Pinter's debut thriller gets the reader's heart racing. Taking a dream job as a reporter for a major New York newspaper, Henry Parker plunges into a nightmare when an interview goes wrong and a stranger is killed. On the run from the police, the FBI, and the mob, Parker has gone from uncovering dirt to becoming the story. With nowhere to run or hide and trying to find a package that everyone believes he possesses, can Parker survive long enough to stay off of the obituary page? Pinter clearly reads thrillers, and he is able to use the best aspects of the genre to his advantage. With more Parker novels on the horizon, Pinter is clearly one to watch. For all popular fiction collections.[Pinter is an editor at St. Martin's Press and a founding member of KillerYear; see the Q&A with Pinter in "The Killing Game" on p. 39.-Ed.]
—Jeff Ayers

Library Journal
From the opening sentence to the exhilarating conclusion, Pinter's debut thriller gets the reader's heart racing. Taking a dream job as a reporter for a major New York newspaper, Henry Parker plunges into a nightmare when an interview goes wrong and a stranger is killed. On the run from the police, the FBI, and the mob, Parker has gone from uncovering dirt to becoming the story. With nowhere to run or hide and trying to find a package that everyone believes he possesses, can Parker survive long enough to stay off of the obituary page? Pinter clearly reads thrillers, and he is able to use the best aspects of the genre to his advantage. With more Parker novels on the horizon, Pinter is clearly one to watch. For all popular fiction collections. Pinter is an editor at St. Martin's Press and a founding member of Killer Year; see the Q&A with Pinter in "The Killing Game" on p. 39.--Ed.]--Jeff Ayers, Seattle P.L. Copyright 2007 Reed Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781460304877
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 10/15/2012
  • Series: A Henry Parker Novel
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: Original
  • Pages: 400
  • Sales rank: 531,969
  • File size: 736 KB

Meet the Author


Jason Pinter is the bestselling author of THE MARK and THE GUILTY. A graduate of Wesleyan University, he wrote his first novel while working as a book editor. He is a member of Mystery Writers of America and International Thriller Writers, and is a co-founder of Killer Year. He lives in New York City . Visit him as JasonPinter.com.

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One month ago

I watched my reflection in the doors as the elevator rose to the twelfth floor. My suit had been steamed, pressed and tailored. My tie, shoes and belt matched perfectly. I nervously eyed Wallace Langston, the older man standing next to me. My brown hair was neatly combed, the posture on my sixone frame ramrod straight. I'd bought a book on prepping for your first day at a new job. On the cover was an attractive twenty-something whose dentistry probably cost more than my college tuition.

Security downstairs had given me a temporary ID. Not yet a member of the fraternity, still a pledge who had to prove his worth.

"Make sure you have your picture taken before the week's up," the husky security guard with huge, red-rimmed glasses and a personality-enhancing cheek mole told me. "If you don't, I gotta run you through the system every day. And I have better things to do than run it through the system every goddamn day. You get me?"

I nodded, assured her I'd have the photo taken as soon as I got upstairs. And I meant it. I wanted my face on a Gazette ID as fast as the lab could develop it. I'd take it to Kinkos myself if they were backed up.

When the doors opened, Wallace led me across a foyer with beige carpeting, past a secretary's desk with the words New York Gazette in big, bold letters mounted on the wall. I showed her my temporary ID. She smiled with an open mouth and chewed her gum.

Wallace pressed his keycard against a reader and opened the glass doors. As soon as the silence was broken, I thought how strange it was that all my hopes and dreams were embedded in one beautiful noise.

To an outsider, the noise might seem incessant, cacophonous, but to me it was as calm and natural as an honest laugh. Hundreds of fingers were pounding away, the soothing rattle of popping keys and scribbling pencils drawing a smile across my lips. Dozens of eyes, all staring at lighted screens with type the size of microorganisms, reading faxes and emails sent from all over the world, faces contorted as though the telephone was a human they could emote to. Some people were yelling, some softly whispering. If I hadn't clenched my jaw trying to project confidence, it would have hit the floor like I'd stepped into a Bugs Bunny cartoon.

"This is the newsroom," Wallace said. "Your desk is over there." He pointed to the one unoccupied metal swivel chair among the sea of tattered felt, showing how every day I would be wading through greatness. Soon I'd be seated at that desk, computer on, phone in my hand, fingers rattling at the keyboard like Beethoven on Red Bull.

I was home.

If you're in media or entertainment, New York is your mecca. Athletes count the days until their debut at Madison Square Garden. For classical pianists, Carnegie Hall is their holy ground. Professional stripper—sorry, exotic dancer—yeah, New York is their Jerusalem, too.

It was no coincidence, then, that this was my holy land. The newsroom of the New York Gazette. Rockefeller Plaza, New York City. I'd come a long, long way to get here.

I briefly wondered what the hell a twenty-four-year-old with little more on his résumé than the Bend Bulletin, was doing here, but this was everything I'd worked for. What I was destined for. Wallace knew what I was capable of. Ever since my first page-one story in the Bulletin, the one that was syndicated in over fifty papers around the world, Wallace had been following me. When he heard I was accepted to Cornell's prestigious journalism program, he made the threeand-a-half-hour drive to take me out for lunch. And during my senior year, before I could even start to look for jobs, Wallace made me an offer to join the Gazette full-time.

The newsroom needs some new blood, he'd said. Young, ambitious kid like you, show the skeptics out there that thenext generation has its head on straight. There are other papers in this city, but if you want to chase down real stories instead of celebrities on vacation, you'll make the right choice. Make your mark, Henry. Make it with us. Plus, our first-year salary is five grand higher.

I drank three bottles of champagne that night, and passed out in John Derringer's shower with a Bic mustache and sideburns.

I felt Wallace's hand against my suit jacket. I hoped he didn't press too hard—my threads probably cost less than Wallace's haircuts. Yet though Wallace was my professional benefactor, the top shelf on my wall of professional hero worship was permanently occupied. That man was seated just a few feet away. But as far as being indebted to a person, right after my mother giving birth, Wallace hiring me was a close second.

We snaked through the skewed chairs and cups of cold coffee, past writers who were too busy to tuck their chairs in. This was how they worked. I loved it. I knew not to interrupt a reporter on deadline, and sure as hell didn't expect them to move. I was here to purify the blood of the newsroom, not to disrupt its flow.

I recognized some of the writers. I'd read their work, knew to look for their bylines. It was scary to think of them as my new colleagues. Not to mention how seldom they appeared to shave or shower.

I wanted them to respect me, needed them to respect me. But for now I was just a mark. A newbie. The guy all eyes would be on to see if he produced.

And then I saw him. Jack O'Donnell. Then Wallace pulled me forward and I remembered to breathe.

As we walked by, I let my hand swipe O'Donnell's Oxford blue shirt sleeve. A silent brush with greatness. I couldn't have been any less subtle than if I'd taken out his latest book, asked for an autograph, then smacked him across the face with it. Talk to him later, I told myself. Follow him to the bathroom. To lunch. Offer to shine his shoes, raise his kids, whatever.

Man. Jack O'Donnell.

Five years ago, if someone had said I'd be working fifteen feet from Jack I'd have kicked his ass for mocking me. A few years ago, Jack O'Donnell was profiled in the New Yorker. I had a copy of the article at home. I taped one page above my desk, underlined one quote, the quote that threaded its way through every story I ever wrote.

News is the DNA of our society. It shapes how we think, how we act, how we feel. It dictates who we are and who we become. We are all beneficiaries—and byproducts—of information.

Many people, myself included, credited the first injection of this strand of DNA to William Randolph Hearst. Hearst took over the San Francisco Examiner in 1887 at the tender age of twenty-three. The only guy who made me feel lazy.

Hearst was the first to truly sensationalize print media, splashing his newspapers with big, bold headlines and lavish illustrations. Conspiracy mongers blamed Hearst for inciting the Spanish-American war with his constant editorializing on the Spanish government's civil rights atrocities. As Hearst reportedly said to illustrator Frederic Remington, "You furnish the pictures and I'll furnish the war."

Since then, it almost seems like journalism has taken a step backward. The scandal at the New York Times proved that. Some people laughed it off as an isolated incident. Others who knew their stories couldn't hold up to scrutiny quietly updated their résumés. And I followed the whole thing shaking my head, trembling in anger, wanting to shake up the system.

And if Jack's quote was accurate—as I believed it to be—when that blood became tainted, it could spread disease through every capillary of society. Liars and fabricators and egos the size of Donald Trump were popping up like rats in the subway, from men and women who were supposed to report the stories, not be the stories.

Just last week, a junior reporter at the Washington Post came to work jacked on amphetamines, two pots of coffee, with a deadline in six hours for a thousand-word story he hadn't written a sentence for. He cranked out the piece then returned home, punched his girlfriend, and took a header out of their fifth-story walk-up. Just more fuel for the fire.

I wanted to be the antidote, to pick up Jack O'Donnell's mantle, polish the surface and carry it with pride. I wanted to extract the venom that had poisoned journalism, to bring some credibility back to the newsroom in the wake of these lies. Jack O'Donnell had given me an unbreakable faith in what a good reporter could accomplish. And now here I was, within coughing distance of the legend himself. Time to put up or shut up, Henry.

After bobbing and weaving through jackets slung over chair backs and pens rolling along the floor like plastic dust bunnies, we arrived at my desk, a smile on my face as if it were opening day at Yankee freakin" Stadium. My desk was right by the window, overlooking the veranda that in the winter became Woolman rink. Prime real estate, baby. I could watch the multilingual tourists snapping away at the beautiful golden sculptures and international flags, people gazing at the fair city as though they never knew such architecture and panache existed. Sunlight poured over my workstation, glowing off the fresh-scrubbed walls, and I couldn't help but feel blessed.

"Welcome to your new home," Wallace said. "Comes fully stocked with, well, everything you see here."

"Any assembly required?" I asked.

Wallace leaned in, whispered, "Some of the old-timers, I guess you can count myself in there, keep a flask in their desk." I didn't know what to say. Was he serious? Wallace laughed, clapped me on the back. "You'll fit in just fine."

He leaned over and tapped the shoulder of the woman whose workstation was adjacent to mine. She spun around, her swivel chair well-oiled and squeak-free, and glowered at me. She was slim, blond and quite attractive. Late thirties, early forties, with a "what the hell do you want?" look on her face so convincing I couldn't help but think she practiced it in the mirror. She wore a pink tank top and black Capri pants, her hair pulled back into a ponytail. No wedding ring. And from the looks of it, no bra. If Mya asked what my co-workers looked like, I'd have to lie.

"Paulina," Wallace said stepping aside, allowing her to view me in full. "Meet Henry Parker. This is his first day on the job."

Paulina shriveled her nose. "He's taking Phil's old desk." Wallace coughed into his hands, slightly embarrassed. "Yes, he's taking Phil's old desk."

Paulina scanned me as if reading a computer printout. Finally she extended her hand. I shook it, her grip limp and apathetic.

"Welcome to the mad house, new guy," she said.

"Thanks. I'm excited to…" "Tough luck taking Phil's old desk. You tell him what happened to Phil, Wally?"

Wallace sighed. "No, I haven't had the chance yet." Paulina shrugged. "Bad karma, Henry." She looked at me inquisitively. "Henry. That's a strange name for such a young man. How'd you get saddled with that?"

"Saddled? I…"

"What, your parents didn't like you?" My eyes hardened. Paulina could tell she'd dug too far, and her face became all twinkles. "I'm just playing with you, Henry. You've got a fine name. I like things that are different." She looked up at Wallace, apparently satisfied with my answers. "This is the kid from Oregon, right?" She looked at me again. "Wallace told me you were, quote, a prize find. That right?"

I tried to ease the tension. "Yeah, Kmart was having a blue- light special on junior reporters. Wallace got me at twenty-five percent off." Paulina's eyebrow cocked and she shook her head. Wallace turned away in shame. I gave myself a mental slap.

Paulina said, "That's not funny, Henry. You haven't been here long enough to get away with making shitty jokes."

"Sorry. From now on, only funny jokes."

"Or no jokes," she said.

"Or no jokes."

She smiled, much warmer now.

"Good." Paulina held up a pen, its nub chewed to a quick. I noticed several pairs of shoes under her desk. Shiny red dress shoes, worn sneakers, broken-in Birkenstocks.

"If you're smart, you'll keep a few good pairs of shoes around the office," she said. "You never know what kind of story you'll have to chase at a moment's notice. You need to be prepared at all times." Wallace nodded. I made a mental note to bring in my old Reebok pumps.

"Best of luck to you, Henry," she added. "Wally's a good guy. Listen to what he says."

"Absolutely."

Paulina turned back to her computer and began typing away.

"She's a fine journalist," Wallace said softly. "Paulina, here, found our hero of the day six times this month alone."

"Seven times, Wally," Paulina said. "If you fuck that up on my performance review I'll call my lawyer."

"Hero of the day?" I asked.

"Every day has a hero," Wallace said. "It's our page-one feature, the main attraction, the story that sells papers. One day it could be the war, the next it's the elections, the next it could be a man who keeps a Bengal tiger in his apartment as a pet or a celebrity discovered screwing his babysitter."

Paulina added, "Every day has a different hero. Simply put, it's that day's biggest news. Every day needs a hero. Without one, there's no news. We don't sell papers, the Gazette brings in no money, we all get canned, you're back in bumblefuck Oregon before the month is out. Plus, whichever reporter reports the most heroes over the calendar year gets a pretty nice bonus. So get cracking. There are a lot of rocks out there to turn over."

Wallace said, "Don't worry. You'll have your chance. For now, though, try to observe how your new colleagues work. It'll be hard to gain your footing and find your voice. Just remember everyone here started out exactly where you are.

Mickey Mantle was an Oklahoma boy before he came to the Yankees. Pretty soon, you'll be finding your own heroes for us." He became serious, leaned in closer. "We're counting on you to find ones that matter."

Paulina chimed in, "Unlike Phil."

Wallace nodded resignedly. "Yes, unlike Phil."

I decided not to inquire about this Phil. It was newsroom gossip and I hadn't earned the right.

"Well, have a seat," Wallace said. "See how the old desk fits you."

Watching Wallace to see his reaction, I settled into my new that was constantly fidgeting, moving around. Designed more to keep you awake than keep you relaxed, and I was sure my spine would hate me for it.

"Well?"

"It's perfect," I said. Wallace laughed.

"Bullshit, but you'll get used to it. Let's have lunch Thursday. HR will send you info about benefits and 401k. Give me a holler if you need anything." Just then a voice rang through the office. Wallace's secretary.

"Mr. Langston! Rudy Giuliani on line two." He muttered, "Shit, he's probably pissed about the piece on page five." Wallace gave me a quick pat on the back.

"And Henry?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't wear a suit and tie again. You're a journalist, not a stockbroker. Lesson number one, your sources will want to feel you're on their level. Not a level above them."

As I settled in, Paulina turned to me, a cagey look on her face. "And one more thing," she said.

"Yeah?"

"Remember one thing, and make sure you remember it good in every story you write. Ninety percent of this job is reporting good versus evil. And without evil, we'd be out of a job."

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Interviews & Essays

Q&A: Jason Pinter

What inspired The Mark?

I've always been a voracious thriller and mystery reader and knew that genre was where I wanted to make my mark (no pun intended). At the same time, I wanted to stand out on a shelf where it is becoming increasingly more difficult to get noticed. In the thriller genre I saw that few characters were relatable to a younger generation. I'm now 27, but it seemed that most characters under the age of 30 in thrillers were slackers, degenerates, drug dealers, addicts, or drains on society. That's how my protagonist, Henry Parker, was born.

I also wanted Henry to be emblematic of the struggle between the old world and the new and their reluctance to mesh. Henry needed to work in an industry facing those challenges, so it was only natural he be a newspaper reporter. Henry tries to buck the trend of young journalists becoming bigger than their stories. Of course, as in any good thriller, things don't go exactly as he hopes.

What is your take on the increasing role of the Internet as a source for book reviews?

It's no secret that space for print coverage of books is dwindling. Apparently 25 pages a day simply isn't enough to cover Britney Spears's shaved head. It's both sad and appalling to me, since a newspaper or magazine review can help a deserving book find an audience. Book reviews aren't merely an aid to help develop opinions; they're an important aspect of promotion. Any publisher would prefer a negative review to no review since that many more people will know the book exists.

There is a wonderful online community of book lovers who champion books that never receive major review or publicity attention,though there is still a large gulf between the Internet and the majority of the reading population. In print, there simply isn't enough room to promote every book properly, but the net enables authors and readers to take matters into their own hands to a degree that was impossible just a few years ago.

Mira Books, an imprint of Harlequin, is known for romantic suspense. Why did you decide to publish with them?

They expressed a desire not only to publish The Mark but to support it to a high degree. And they've made me feel like part of their family, even if it is as a son with a whole lot of sisters!

You are a founding member of Killer Year. How did it get started?

The seed was planted when several authors whose debut novels were publishing in 2007 began commenting on various web sites and blogs. Within days three other writers and I founded Killer Year, a group of 13 debut crime novelists with books coming out in 2007 who have banded together to help promote one another's work and raise awareness of their debuts. It's led to some pretty amazing things, not the least of which is the first Killer Year anthology, edited by Lee Child, to be published by St. Martin's in early 2008. We've accomplished far more together than we ever could have individually. There is also an early demand for our books, so we have a head start.

What's next?

The second Henry Parker novel, The Regulator, comes out in January 2008, and I'm at work on the third.

—Jeff Ayers, Seattle PL

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 28, 2011

    Good Read

    I enjoyed this book, it kept me interested throughout. All the twists and turns of having to clear ones name were very exciting.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 24, 2010

    Starting out very slow.

    Rating should be no stars. I have read 7 chapters and I'm having a very hard time getting into this book. It sounds like a 8 year old is writing this. Maybe an 8 year old could do better. Reads like(SEE DICK RUN SEE DICK FALL). Guess I got taken on this one. Do not recommend

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 6, 2010

    Wow

    I read this thriller in one day! what a thrill ride. I am on book # 2 of the series. This book was really good.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 17, 2007

    A Debut Winner

    Good plot, great characters, fast pace and a surprise ending. What more could you ask for. Sometimes it takes years for a writer to have a bestseller. Pinter has done it in just one novel. A debut winner indeed. Read it - you won't be disappointed. Has movie written all over it!!!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 5, 2012

    Loved it!

    Picked out this book on whim after reading the back cover of the paperback at a second hand bookstore. Thought it sounded like a decent story so i grabbed a copy. So glad i did! I read the entire book in 2 days and cant wait to start the next Harry Parker story (i am buying it for my Nook right now)
    Definitely worth my time!

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  • Posted January 27, 2009

    The Mark

    New author, thought I would give it a shot. Boy, am I glad I did, and you can bet I will again. Couldn't put the book down. Takes a look from a different perspective. Really good, kept my interest throughout. Definitely worth reading. Looking forward to reading Guilty.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 16, 2008

    wow

    great book read it in one day could not put it down cannot wait for the next one!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 24, 2007

    A reviewer

    Move over Baldacci & Flynn. The new guy just blew you out of the water! I can't wait for 'The guilty'.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 11, 2007

    The Best

    When i was reading The Mark, I could not put it down. When i was getting close to finishing the book i slowed down cause i didn't want it to end. It's so descriptive. It takes you into the minds of the characters. I was sucked into the book i could feel everything that was going on. I laughed, I cryed. A few times i had to stop reading to remind myself to breathe. It is the best book i have ever read and can't wait until The Guilty comes out. I recomend it to anyone and everyone!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 26, 2007

    Quick read, decent plot

    This is a quick read, the problem with this book is that it sort of reads a little bit like a wild Tommy Lee Jones movie, where sometimes its just unrealistic and your like 'wow thats silly!' Otherwise, it keeps your hanging because you really feel nervous for the main character throughout the whole book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 8, 2007

    Kept me turning the pages

    I picked this up because I'm a big Lee Child fan and he gave a quote for the book, and I was quite pleasantly surprised. This is a very fast read, good characters, and I was nervous as to whether they would make it out alive. Some of the scenarios are a little far-fetched, but the writing is good and there are some pretty funny moments. I'm curious to see what the author does next--apparently this is the first in a series--but this is one of the better thriller debuts I've read recently.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 13, 2007

    Edge of your seat, from cover to cover

    The fact that Henry Parker is young and just starting out as a journalist gives him a vulnerability that the reader can really relate to. If you enjoy books that transport you right into the scene of the action with heart-quickening adrenaline rushes, The Mark is a must read!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 8, 2007

    decent start, one to watch

    Good plot, if sometimes it stretches credulity.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 7, 2007

    A reviewer

    Simply brillant...must read this book !!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 30, 2007

    Great debut-looking forward to more from Pinter

    I thought The Mark was really great. It was certainly a page turner but also didn't neglect character development. I was concerned for Henry Parker and found his character to be so interesting and unique. He's not a guy with extraordinary powers- just a regular person going through the same troubles and emotions anyone would in that situation. I really look forward to the Henry Parker series and hope that they are all as great as this one.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    This is a terrific thriller

    Henry Parker dreams of becoming an investigative journalist like his heroes Bernstein and Woodward. So when he has an opportunity to work in New York he leaps at it. However, still new to his job and the city, Henry is assaulted while on assignment.-------------- When he regains consciousness, Henry finds he no longer seeks the news, he is the news. The NYPD think he is a cop killer while the FBI considers him as the prime suspect. He realizes if law enforcement catches him, he will take the fall as no one will believe his innocence even he has doubts with the evidence that he knows of. On the lam with the Feds and local cops giving chase, Henry quickly learns how dire his predicament is when mobsters seek to silence him after they recover a package he allegedly possesses Henry realizes if the mob gets him he would need to turnover to them what they demand if he is to die without a brutal beating, but the problem is that he does not have what they require. He knows he needs to elude the cops and the mob while also pursuing the same clues that will lead the cops and the mob to him.-------------- This is a terrific thriller starring an interesting protagonist who goes from awe to desperation as everyone wants a piece of him. The exhilarating story line is told either in the first person by Henry or in the active third person with the switching very smooth so that no disruption occurs. Readers will appreciate the insight into the frightened frantic hero as he explains what he thinks is happening to him while inside of an action-packed on the run investigative tale.------------- Harriet Klausner

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