Nemesis: The Final Case of Eliot Ness [NOOK Book]

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In his bestselling legal thrillers, William Bernhardt has explored the dark side of contemporary politics, power, and the law. Now Bernhardt turns back the clock to the city of Cleveland, Ohio, in the fall of 1935. Based on true events and new discoveries about Eliot Ness, Nemesis is a brilliantly told story featuring this legendary lawman’s fateful duel with a terrifyingly new kind of criminal: America’s first serial killer.

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Overview

In his bestselling legal thrillers, William Bernhardt has explored the dark side of contemporary politics, power, and the law. Now Bernhardt turns back the clock to the city of Cleveland, Ohio, in the fall of 1935. Based on true events and new discoveries about Eliot Ness, Nemesis is a brilliantly told story featuring this legendary lawman’s fateful duel with a terrifyingly new kind of criminal: America’s first serial killer.

In Chicago, Eliot Ness had created “the Untouchables,” the fabled team of federal agents who were beyond corruption and who finally put Al Capone behind bars. Now the headline-grabbing Ness has been moved to Cleveland, where a new mayor desperately needs some positive publicity. The heroic, squeaky-clean Fed is the perfect man to become the city’s director of public safety, but by the time Ness starts his new job, a killer has started a career of his own. And this man is as obsessed with blood and mayhem as Eliot Ness is obsessed with justice.

One by one, bodies are found, each one decapitated and uniquely dissected with a doctor’s skill and a madman’s bent. The police are baffled, the population is terrorized, and newspaper headlines blare about the so-called “Torso Killer.” Though it’s not his turf, Ness is forced to cross bureaucratic boundaries and take over the case, working with a dogged, street-smart detective and making enemies every step of the way. The more energy Ness pours into the investigation, the more it takes over his life, his marriage, even his untouchable reputation. Because in Cleveland, there is only one true untouchable: a killer who has the perfect hiding place and the perfect plan for destroying Eliot Ness.

From the first primitive use of forensic psychology to a portrait of America battling the Great Depression and a man battling his own demons, Nemesis is a masterwork of mystery, murder, and vivid, dynamic historical suspense.


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Framed by an older Eliot Ness reminiscing with a biographer in 1957, this uneven imagining of the later career of the famed lawman by Bernhardt (Capitol Conspiracy) takes place mostly in mid-1930s Cleveland. Hired as the city's new safety director, Ness focuses his efforts on cleaning up a town mired in gambling, racketeering and juvenile crime. When dismembered corpses start turning up around Kingsbury Run, a notorious slum, public pressure forces Ness to put his anticorruption plans on hold and turn his attention to catching the Torso Murderer. As more bodies appear, Ness takes drastic steps to smoke out the killer, a gamble that could cost him his career and his life. While Bernhardt's research into Ness's last major case and one of the country's first serial killers is commendable, his heavy-handed prose style turns what should have been a crackling procedural into a plodding melodrama. (Jan.)

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Once he's jailed Al Capone, what does the nation's foremost gangbuster do for an encore?His rollicking, racket-smashing days in Chicago behind him, Eliot Ness, treasury agent extraordinaire, languishes in Cleveland, restless and underchallenged. When the city fathers suggest that he quit Uncle Sam and sign on as their safety director, he's more than ready. The task? Clean up the police force, clean up the gangs and put a shine on Cleveland's reputation as one of the worst-run cities in the United States. At first, things go well. Ness wastes no time reclaiming some 200 badges from crooked and/or gold-bricking cops. He deals serious blows to big-time gambling. He basks in the return of the glory that was his in Chicago. The press loves him. Kids ask for his autograph, and Ness does little to hide how highly he rates himself as a hero: "Right up there with Charles Lindbergh." But the adulation and self-praise are stopped by the entrance of Andrew W. Andrassy, or rather his dismembered corpse, followed by a succession of dismembered corpses. Suddenly Ness is dodging brickbats. A terrified city demands that its heralded safety director keep it safe. Ness protests that he's not a homicide detective. Too late: Hubris is hubris. Sticking fairly close to the historical record, Bernhardt (Capitol Conspiracy, 2008, etc.) delivers an interesting rise-and-fall story that would have been more compelling if it were better written.
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“One of America’s legendary heroes comes to vivid life in William Bernhardt’s impressive Nemesis: The Final Case of Eliot Ness. This is a terrific story of madness and obsession: The plot is compelling, the writing crisp, and the dialogue evocative. Add to that the disclosure of the real-life identity of America’s first serial killer and you’ve got yourself a winner and then some.”—John Lescroart, New York Times bestselling author of Betrayal

“Painted on a broad canvas, William Bernhardt’s Nemesis is expertly controlled, rich in imagery, blessed with fine characterization. Great authenticity, utter realism, and some fascinating legal skullduggery are woven together into a supple, elegant thriller. William Bernhardt is a born stylist, and his writing through the years has aged like a fine wine and is now sharper, deeper, and better than ever.”—Steve Berry, New York Times bestselling author of The Charlemagne Pursuit

“The Untouchables. The Unknowns. The Unspeakable. Evil has many levels. In William Bernhardt’s chilling Nemesis: The Final Case of Eliot Ness, a real-life American hero descends to the bottom of it, confronting the most dangerous adversary of his career.”—David Morrell, New York Times bestselling author of Creepers

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780345513069
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 1/13/2009
  • Sold by: Random House
  • Format: eBook
  • Sales rank: 343,515
  • File size: 3 MB

Meet the Author

William Bernhardt is the author of many novels, including Primary Justice, Murder One, Criminal Intent, Death Row, Hate Crime, Dark Eye, Capitol Murder, Capitol Threat, and Capitol Conspiracy. He has twice won the Oklahoma Book Award for Best Fiction, and in 2000 he was presented the H. Louise Cobb Distinguished Author Award “in recognition of an outstanding body of work in which we understand ourselves and American society at large.” A former trial attorney, Bernhardt has received several awards for his public service. He lives in Tulsa with his three children.


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September 13, 1935

It was just after three in the morning and the glint of moonlight off the metal barrel of Michael Frescone’s tommy gun told Eliot Ness he was exactly where he wanted to be.

“Let’s get back to the car and radio for backup.”

Ness’s eyes remained glued to the binoculars. “We don’t have time, Sheriff.”

“We don’t have a choice. Those mob guys are serious trouble.”

“They always are.”

“They got guns.”

“They always do.”

“They ain’t afraid to use ’em, neither!”

“That remains to be seen.”

“Some of Frescone’s men are crack shots. Like to brag about how they can hit a Nehi bottle from fifty paces.”

Ness pushed a loose strand of hair back into place, slicked-back and parted in the center. “Well, I’m not so sorry with a pistol myself, Sheriff. Won a marksmanship award at the U.S. Coast Guard range.”

Cuyahoga County Sheriff Ray Potts looked as though he were about to internally combust. “Do you understand what we’re talking about here? There’s two of us and a dozen of them. They’re heavily armed and they’re killers! Frescone has been blamed for at least ten gangland murders. They’re transporting illegal hooch worth thousands of dollars and they’ll do anything to defend it. These are impossible odds, Ness. Impossible!” Ness glanced at his colleague. In the moonlight, his eyes seemed to twinkle. “Sounds like fun. Ready?”

Ness climbed out of the ditch they were using for cover and headed toward the dock. While he crept forward, he put away his binoculars and unholstered his pistol. He was always more comfortable with a handgun than those bulky machine guns. He’d learned to shoot with accuracy, even from a distance, and he preferred that to the spray-everything-in-sight technique of the tommy gun.

The slope was steep. He had to be careful—and quiet. If the smugglers heard him coming, he’d be a goner. His only chance was to catch them by surprise.

The wind coming off the river chilled him, sending shivers coursing up and down his spine. Seemed no matter how many times he did this, the gnawing in the pit of his stomach, the strange combination of exhilaration and terror, never entirely subsided. Probably just as well. If he ever lost that edge, he might get sloppy. The rest of the world thought he was fearless—well, that was fine. Only he need know better. Only he needed to know that he got scared every time. And it supercharged him like nothing else could.

He chose each step cautiously, testing it before he put his weight down, careful to move as silently as possible . . .

“Stay down!” Potts hissed. “If they see you they’ll blow you from here to perdition! Let me tell you—there ain’t nothing scarier than staring down the wrong end of a gangster’s gat.”

“When I worked in Kentucky as a revenue agent, I got shot at six different times,” Ness whispered back. “Those hillbillies holed up in the Moonshine Mountains with their squirrel guns gave me more close calls than Capone’s whole gang put together.”

Ness never wanted to leave Chicago, his hometown, but he was in government service so he had followed orders. After Prohibition ended, he spent about a year working in Ohio, Tennessee, and Kentucky for the Alcohol Tax Unit within the Bureau of Internal Revenue, chasing down backwoods rumrunners. It was tough work. Things had been simpler in Chicago, when the Volstead Act was still in place. Booze was illegal, period. You saw it, you seized it. And you took the criminals to jail. But Prohibition had been repealed in 1933. Ness didn’t object on principle; he enjoyed a drink every now and then. But the new liquor laws complicated his work. He arrested moonshiners, not because they had booze, but because the rotgut they distilled from heaven-knows-what could be dangerous, tainted with leads and sometimes lethal. More important, at least from the standpoint of the federal government, they didn’t pay liquor taxes or import duties.

Frescone got his illegal hooch someplace in the blue hills of Kentucky and smuggled it upriver into Chicago. The mob controlled the flow of corn syrup, the easiest and cheapest way to make moonshine liquor, which allowed them to control distribution as soon as the hooch was hatched. He’d been waiting for more than an hour, watching the men unloading casks from the boat and carrying them into a dockside warehouse not far from the Detroit-Superior High Level Bridge. Just a few minutes before, a truck had pulled up, probably to transport the goods to their final destination, one of the Irish gambling parlors that sprang up during Prohibition and remained illegal.

Ness stopped his slow descent. There was no chance of moving any closer without being detected.

“Do we have a plan?” Sheriff Potts asked. They were only about twenty feet from the warehouse. Ness could see two men in white undershirts loading the truck. “?’Cause I would feel a lot better if we had a plan.”

“I do my planning before I leave the office.” Ness watched as the docked boat pushed off, back onto the river, taking six of the men with it. That left four men inside, two loading. They would never have a better opportunity.

The dockside double doors were closed and, judging from the sound, bolted with a wooden crossbar. A few more minutes and the truck would be loaded and the hooch would be gone. “Still got that long axe?”

Potts passed him the sharp implement. “I don’t think running in there with an axe is the same as having a plan.”

“Worked well enough in Chicago.”

“This ain’t Chicago.”

“You’re right about that. Let’s go.”

“Wait just a—”

Too late. Ness was already running down the wooden planked bridge that led to the dock. Sheriff Potts swore silently and followed. Ness stopped in front of the warehouse doors and, without hesitating a second, swung the axe.

The crash of metal against the doors was like a crack of thunder splitting the silence of the night. The wet and weathered wood splintered easily. Potts looked frantically all about them. So far as he could tell, no one was coming this way and no one was shooting at them. Yet.

Ness turned just in time to see the two men previously loading the truck leap into the front seat and speed away. Cut and run at the first sign of trouble—that must have been their working orders. Which was just fine with him. Now the enemy’s numbers were down to four.

With the second swing of the axe, Ness severed the crossbar holding the doors closed, but a lock still held them together. With the third swing, he tore open a passage wide enough to step through.

He dropped the axe and grabbed his pistol. “Best hurry,” he told Potts. “I imagine they know we’re here.” He winked, then pushed through the opening.

“Freeze! Federal agent!”

Four men in gray pinstriped suits and white hats stared back at him. “Hands in the air!”

They complied. They seemed neither threatened not threatening.

Come to think of it, Ness thought, this really isn’t the same as Chicago.

“Something I can do for you, sir?”

Ness recognized Michael Frescone. The droopy left eye he’d picked up in his boxing days and his acne-scarred skin were unmistakable. Plug-ugly—and dangerous. Not just because he was a killer—they all were. But Frescone had the added threat of being smart.

The warehouse was almost completely filled with wooden barrel casks. The kind moonshiners favored.

Ness approached slowly, winding his way through the barrels, his pistol poised, keeping his eye on the four men. “I’m holding you under suspicion of violating the federal tax laws by illegal importation. I have a warrant to search this warehouse. You have the right to examine it.”

Frescone remained calm. “Not necessary. Search all you like.”

“You’re very obliging.”

“Least I can do to show my respect to a duly appointed officer of the law.”

The three goons with Frescone exchanged confused glances. Ness knew they were wondering if their boss wanted them to take him on, and if so, whether they could do it. And who would make the first move.

“Don’t try anything foolish, gentlemen,” Frescone said calmly.

More furtive glances. No one spoke.

“Good.” Ness tugged at the lid of the nearest cask. It didn’t budge. He turned slightly to face his companion. “Potts, get—”

Ness only looked away for a moment, but it was long enough. The goon nearest him lunged forward, swinging. Ness blocked the punch and delivered one of his own to the stomach. The attacker lashed out again, but Ness ducked and the only thing the thug punched was air. Angry, the man rushed forward, arms outstretched. Ness whirled around and reached back over his shoulder, grabbing the man’s left hand. With one fluid motion, he pulled the man over and, thrusting upward with his back, flipped him into the air. The man fell in a heap among the casks.

Ness leveled his gun again. “Anyone else?”

Frescone’s lips parted. “What—was that?”

Ness smiled, a guileless grin that lifted years off his already boyish face. “Jujitsu.”

“What?”

“Something I learned in college.”

Frescone twisted his neck. “Swell way to keep the flies off. Maybe I should learn it.”

“Requires discipline. You couldn’t do it.” Ness glanced over his shoulder. “Potts, get the axe.”

The sheriff scrambled back outside, then returned.

Ness pointed to the nearest cask. “Get the lid off this thing.”

It took the sheriff eight tries, but he finally managed to pry off the lid, expecting to see a dark, potently pungent liquid.

Instead, Ness found a white gelatinous substance. He put his hand in and rubbed a little of it between his fingers.

“Thing is,” Frescone said, his eyebrows dancing, “I didn’t realize the government was taxing cold cream.”

Ness looked up. “Cold cream? You’re smuggling cold cream?”

“?‘Smuggling’ is such a dirty word. Try ‘importing.’ Turns out there’s a big demand for this stuff here in Cleveland. Your wife probably uses it to take off her makeup at night, when you two get done cutting the rug at those downtown jazz clubs. Edna, right?”

Ness glared at him with narrowed eyes.

“So I’m having this stuff sent down to my factory on the wharf and they’ll bottle it and we’ll get it into the stores for Christmas. Should make a killing. If you know what I mean.”

“You went to all this trouble to import cold cream? In the dead of the night?”

“Just a simple business transaction. I work long hours. It’s the secret of my success.”

“Or a diversion. The real hooch is coming in somewhere else. Probably the Ohio River. South side.” Ness paused. “Someone tipped you off.”

“I receive information from many sources. Nothing illegal about that.”

“No, but it’s illegal to be the rat-fink turncoat traitor.”

“Such language. You’re not yourself. I’m afraid this evening has been something of an embarrassment for you, Mr. Ness. The great all-American hero is looking fairly stupid this time.”

Ness smiled. “That’s where you’re wrong, Frescone. I got exactly what I wanted.”

“You think shipping cold cream is a crime?”

“I learned a long time ago that you can’t catch crooks if you can’t trust your own men. You’ve got to root out the dirty ones and work with what’s left. The untouchables. The point of this operation wasn’t to seize your booze. Though I will, in time. The point was to find out who the stoolie was. Now it’s clear. It has to be someone inside the county sheriff’s office.”

Potts stepped forward. “What? Are you slandering my department?”

“With the truth.”

Potts pounded his fists together and swore. “I guess you figure someone back at the office tipped off Frescone.”

“I think I can narrow the field more than that.”

“But you told the whole office we were making this raid.”

“True. But I told everyone else we were going after the gambling parlor in the basement of Hannigan’s Hardware.”

“You’re saying—you lied?”

“I still plan to raid the hardware store. The night is young.”

“But then—what was the point—”

“Here’s the thing—I only told one person I traced a load of illegal hooch to the Cuyahoga and I was coming out tonight to raid the warehouse before the stuff slipped into the city.” Ness pressed his finger into Potts’s lapel. “You.”

The expressions on the faces of Frescone and his men were nothing short of astonished.

Sheriff Potts took a step back, slapping away Ness’s hand. “What are you playing at, Ness? They’re the criminals!”

“There are many different kinds of criminals, unfortunately, Sheriff.”

“If you think for one minute that I’m involved in this lowlife moonshine operation—”

“Oh, you’re a lot more than involved. You and five of your men, including your deputy, John Lavery, have built up a little bootlegging empire over the last five years, haven’t you? It started with holding up moonshiners coming in from Steubenville and demanding payoffs. Pretty soon, you wanted more than a piece of the action. You wanted to run the show.”

“That’s a filthy lie.”

Ness didn’t blink. “Your bank records show you’ve been making real estate investments far beyond anything you could afford on your sheriff’s salary.”

“I came into an inheritance.”

“I’ve found payoff records that an expert will testify are in your handwriting. But I didn’t have any conclusive proof, and I didn’t think your buddies on either side of the river were likely to help. So I told you about this little raid tonight and waited to see if you’d tell your friends. You did. Now I have my evidence.”

Frescone spoke hesitantly. “You knew he’d tip us off? You knew—”

“Yes, I knew you’d send the booze somewhere else.”

“And you’re not taking us in?”

“Not tonight. But I will.” Ness slid the cuffs over Potts’s wrists. “Come along, Sheriff. You’ve just been voted out of office.”


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  • Posted February 24, 2009

    Must Read!

    Bernhardt weaves a fantastic tale once again. Nemesis is full of thrills and excitement, with believable, likable characters that add a sense of realism. It feels more like experiencing a piece of history from the participants point of view, than like reading a novel. He is an excellent story teller who once again strikes gold. This book will not let you put it down!

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  • Posted November 18, 2008

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    William Bernhardt enables the reader to get past the TV series and movie to the real Ness

    The pinnacle of Eliot Ness¿ career is when he took down Al Capone on charges of failing to pay income taxes. He became a hero as a legendary symbol of the dedicated good guys defeating the evil mobsters. Now he is in Detroit working for the Alcohol Tax Unit within the Bureau of Internal Revenue. The newly elected mayor hires him as the Safety Director. He has the power to weed out police corruption, illegal gambling, and do something to reduce the high level of juvenile crime; he also hopes to reduce vehicular deaths, the biggest killer in the Motor City.<BR/><BR/>Ness is working hard at reform and meeting with a lot of success especially with the support of the media and the public. However, a killer is operating in the shantytown side of Detroit, murdering transients, hookers and petty felons; the predator decapitates the victim while also removing other body parts. The police are baffled as they have never heard of such a killer; one who picks victims at random with no common denominator. The press demands Ness take the lead and bring this psychopath to justice. The only suspect he uncovers, Ness is unable to investigate as he has powerful political connections. Frustrated his final case begins his spiral into oblivion.<BR/><BR/>After the Torso Murder case, Ness became disillusioned with the reporters and the media who turned on him; his wife left him; and he became an alcoholic. For the rest of his life he was never at peace because of what he was persuaded to do. This biographical fiction of an American icon (thanks to the Untouchables) is well written as Ness is made into a caring human who bleeds. William Bernhardt enables the reader to get past the TV series and movie to the real Ness, who turns acrimonious once the political system chews him up.<BR/><BR/>Harriet Klausner

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    Nice book...............

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