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"Myron Bolitar is one of the most engaging heroes in mystery fiction.
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From the Hardcover edition.
It took Myron only a few seconds. His brain immediately realized that had he met Brenda Slaughter before, he would have undoubtedly remembered. The fact that he didn't meant their previous encounter was under very different circumstances. "You used to hang out at the courts," Myron said. "With your dad. You must have been five or six."
"And you were just entering high school," she added. "The only white guy that showed up steadily. You made all-state out of Livingston High, became an all-American at Duke, got drafted by the Celtics in the first round--"
Her voice dovetailed. Myron was used to that. "I'm flattered you remembered," he said. Already wowing her with the charm.
"I grew up watching you play," she went on. "My father followed your career like you were his own son. When you got hurt--" She broke off again, her lips tightening.
He smiled to show he both understood and appreciated the sentiment.
Norm jumped into the silence. "Well, Myron is a sports agent now. A damn good one. The best, in my opinion. Fair, honest, loyal as hell--" Norm stopped suddenly. "Did I just use those words to describe a sports agent?" He shook his head.
The goateed Sandy Duncan bustled over again. He spoke with a French accent that sounded about as real as Pepe LePew's. "Monsieur Zuckermahn?"
Norm said, "Oui."
"I need your help, s'il vous plait."
"Oui," Norm said.
Myron almost asked for an interpreter.
"Sit, both of you," Norm said. "I have to run a sec." He patted the empty chairs to drive home the point. "Myron is going to help me set up the league. Kinda like a consultant. So talk to him,Brenda. About your career, your future, whatever. He'd be a good agent for you." He winked at Myron. Subtle.
When Norm left, Brenda high-stepped into the director's chair. "So was all that true?" she asked.
"Part of it," Myron said.
"I'd like to be your agent. But that's not why I'm really here."
"Norm is worried about you. He wants me to watch out for you."
"Watch out for me?"
Myron nodded. "He thinks you're in danger."
She set her jaw. "I told him I didn't want to be watched."
"I know," Myron said. "I'm supposed to be undercover. Shh."
"So why are you telling me?"
"I'm not good with secrets."
She nodded. "And?"
"And if I'm going to be your agent, I'm not sure it pays to start our relationship with a lie."
She leaned back and crossed legs longer than a DMV line at lunchtime. "What else did Norm tell you to do?"
"To turn on my charm."
She blinked at him.
"Don't worry," Myron said. "I took a solemn oath to only use it for good."
"Lucky me." Brenda brought a long finger up to her face and tapped it against her chin a few times. "So," she said at last, "Norm thinks I need a baby-sitter."
Myron threw up his hands and did his best Norm impression. "Who said anything about a baby-sitter?" It was better than his Elephant Man, but nobody was speed-dialing Rich Little either.
She smiled. "Okay," she said with a nod. "I'll go along with this."
"I'm pleasantly surprised."
"No reason to be. If you don't do it, Norm might hire someone else who might not be so forthcoming. This way I know the score."
"Makes sense," Myron said.
"But there are conditions."
"I thought there might be."
"I do what I want when I want. This isn't carte blanche to invade my privacy."
"If I tell you to get lost for a while, you ask how lost."
"And no spying on me when I don't know about it," she continued.
"You keep out of my business."
"I stay out all night, you don't say a thing."
"Not a thing."
"If I choose to participate in an orgy with pygmies, you don't say a thing."
"Can I at least watch?" Myron asked.
That got a smile. "I don't mean to sound difficult, but I have enough father figures in my life, thank you. I want to make sure you know that we're not going to be hanging out with each other twenty-four a day or anything like that. This isn't a Whitney Houston-Kevin Costner movie."
"Some people say I look like Kevin Costner." Myron gave her a quick flash of the cynical, rogue smile, Ó la Bull Durham.
She looked straight through him. "Maybe in the hairline."
Ouch. At half-court the goateed Sandy Duncan started calling for Ted again. His coterie followed suit. The name Ted bounced about the arena like rolled-up balls of Silly Putty.
"So do we understand each other?" she asked.
"Perfectly," Myron said. He shifted in his seat. "Now do you want to tell me what's going on?"
From the right, Ted--it simply had to be a guy named Ted--finally made his entrance. He wore only Zoom shorts, and his abdomen was rippled like a relief map in marble. He was probably in his early twenties, model handsome, and he squinted like a prison guard. As he sashayed toward the shoot, Ted kept running both hands through his Superman blue-black hair, the movement expanding his chest and shrinking his waist and demonstrating shaved underarms.
Brenda muttered, "Strutting peacock."
"That's totally unfair," Myron said. "Maybe he's a Fulbright scholar."
"I've worked with him before. If God gave him a second brain, it would die of loneliness." Her eyes veered toward Myron. "I don't get something."
"Why you? You're a sports agent. Why would Norm ask you to be my bodyguard?"
"I used to work"--he stopped, waved a vague hand--"for the government."
"I never heard about that."
"It's another secret. Shh."
"Secrets don't stay secret much around you, Myron."
"You can trust me."
She thought about it. "Well, you were a white man who could jump," she said. "Guess if you can be that, you could be a trustworthy sports agent."
Myron laughed, and they fell into an uneasy silence. He broke it by trying again. "So do you want to tell me about the threats?"
"Nothing much to tell."
"This is all in Norm's head?"
Brenda did not reply. One of the assistants applied oil to Ted's hairless chest. Ted was still giving the crowd his tough guy squint. Too many Clint Eastwood movies. Ted made two fists and continuously flexed his pecs. Myron decided that he might as well beat the rush and start hating Ted right now.
Brenda remained silent. Myron decided to try another approach. "Where are you living now?" he asked.
"In a dorm at Reston University."
"You're still in school?"
"Medical school. Fourth year. I just got a deferment to play pro ball."
Myron nodded. "Got a specialty in mind?"
He nodded again and decided to wade in a bit deeper. "Your dad must be very proud of you."
A flicker crossed her face. "Yeah, I guess." She started to rise. "I better get dressed for this shoot."
"You don't want to tell me what's going on first?"
She stayed in her seat. "Dad is missing."
"A week ago."
"Is that when the threats started?"
She avoided the question. "You want to help? Find my father."
"Is he the one threatening you?"
"Don't worry about the threats. Dad likes control, Myron. Intimidation is just another tool."
"I don't understand."
"You don't have to understand. He's your friend, right?"
"Your father? I haven't seen Horace in more than ten years."
"Whose fault is that?" she asked.
The words, not to mention the bitter tone, surprised him. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Do you still care about him?" she asked.
Myron didn't have to think about it. "You know I do."
She nodded and jumped down from the chair. "He's in trouble," she said. "Find him."
I'm not a big fan of Coben's Myron Bolitar books, but I do usually enjoy his books. That said, this was one of his best Bolitar ones. I finished the book in 6 days, which is pretty fast for me. So, it was one of his hard to put down books - although I was recovering from a virus at the time and had more time to read. Personally, I thought Coben's best books were Gone for Good and Tell No One.
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Posted June 19, 2012
Great Book.....I just love Harlan Coben! Can't wait to read the next one in the series.....Myron Bolitar and Win his friend are a pair and I enjoy the humor interjected into each book.....plus the fact that I not only live in NJ where the books are set but I lived in Livingston where Harlan and Myron are from.....makes it so much more interesting when you know where they are.
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there seems to be a mistake i was unsuccessful in purchasing this book.
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Posted June 19, 2012
This 5th in the Bolitar series was no exception to the rule. I love these books for a change of pace in my reading . They are similiar to comfort food....familiar, pleasing and enjoyable every time.
I read one about every 3 months and have enjoyed each one. There is always a good plot with twists and interesting characters that make me look forward to reading each evening .
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This if the first Myron Bolitar book that I read and it pulled me in instantly! Since then I've read a 9 of Harlan Coben's books, he remains one of my favorite authors. This book is exciting and will have you hooked page after page!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted August 22, 2009
Great read. Just what you want from a Harlan Coben Myron Bolitar book. Fun, excitement, and a few twists. As usual Win adds that extra something to the book. Enjoy.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
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