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From renowned author Ridley Pearson comes this edge-of-your-seat thriller about one man's struggle to bring down the corporation responsible for his family's deaths.
The train charged forward in the shimmering afternoon sunlight, autumn's vibrant colors forming a natural lane for the raised bed of chipped rock and the few hundred tons of steel and wood. The rails stretched out before the locomotive, light glinting off their polished surfaces, tricked by the eye into joining together a half mile in the distance, the illusion always moving forward at the speed of the train, as if those rails spread open just in time to carry her.
For the driver of that freight, it was another day in paradise. Alone with his thoughts, he and his brakeman, pulling lumber and fuel oil, cotton and cedar, sixteen shipping containers, and seven empty flatbeds. Paradise was that sound in your ears and that rumble up your legs. It was the blue sky meeting the silver swipe of tracks far off on the horizon. It was a peaceful job. The best work there was. It was lights and radios and doing something good for people—getting stuff from one place to another. The driver packed another pinch of chewing tobacco deep between his cheeks and gum, his mind partly distracted by a bum air conditioner in the bedroom of a mobile home still miles away, wondering where the hell he'd get the three hundred bucks needed to replace it. He could put it on the credit card, but that amounted to robbing Peter to pay Paul. Maybe some overtime. Maybe he'd put in for an extra run.
The sudden vibration was subtle enough that a passenger would not have felt it. A grinding, like bone rubbing on bone. His first thought was that some brakes had failed, that a compressor had failed, that he had a lockup midtrain. His hand reached to slow the mighty beast. But before he initiated any braking—before he only compounded the problem—he checked a mirror and caught sight of the length of her as the train chugged through a long, graceful turn and down a grade that had her really clipping along. It was then his heart did its first little flutter, then he felt a heat in his lungs and a tension in his neck like someone had pulled on a cable. It wasn't the brakes.
A car—number seven or eight—was dancing back there like she'd had too much to drink. Shaking her hips and wiggling her shoulders all at once, kind of swimming right there in the middle of all the others. Not the brakes, but an axle. Not something that could be resolved.
He knew the fate of that train before he touched a single control, before his physical motions caught up to the knowledge that fourteen years on the line brought to such a situation.
In stunned amazement, he watched that car do her dance. What had looked graceful at first, appeared suddenly violent, no longer a dance but now a seizure as the front and the back of that car alternately jumped left to right and right to left, and its boxlike shape disintegrated to something awkwardly bent and awful. It leaned too far, and as it did, the next car began that same cruel jig.
He pulled back the throttle and applied the brakes but knew it was an exercise in futility. The locomotive now roiled with a tremor that shook dials to where he couldn't read them. His teeth rattled in his head as he reached for the radio. "Mayday!" he shouted, having no idea why. There were codes to use, procedure to follow, but only that one word exploded from his mouth.
The cars rolled now, one after another, first toward the back then forward toward the locomotive, the whole thing dragging and screaming, the beauty of its frictionless motion destroyed. The cars tilted right and fell, swiping the trees like the tail of a dragon, splintering and knocking them down like toothpicks, the sky littered with autumn colors. And then a ripple began as that tail lifted briefly toward the sky. The cars, one coupled to the next, floated above the tracks and then fell, like someone shaking a kink out of a lawn hose.
Going for the door handle, he let go of the throttle, the "dead man's switch" taking over and cutting engine power. He lost his footing and fell to the floor of the cab, his brain numb and in shock. He didn't know whether to jump or ride it out.
He would later tell investigators that the noise was like nothing he'd ever heard, like nothing that could be described. Part scream. Part explosion. A deafening, immobilizing dissonance, while the smell of steel sparking on steel rose in his nostrils and sickened his stomach to where he sat puking on the oily cab floor, crying out as loudly as he could in an effort to blot out that sound.
He felt all ten tons of the engine car tip heavily right, waver there, precariously balanced up on the one rail, and then plunge to the earth, the whole string of freights buckling and bending and dying behind him in a massive pileup.
He saw a flatbed fly overhead, only the blue sky behind it. This, his last conscious vision, incongruous and unfathomable. For forty long seconds the cars collided, tumbled, shrieked, and flew as they ripped their way through soil and forest, carried by momentum until an ungainly silence settled over the desecrated track, and the orange, red, and silver leaves fell out of a disturbed sky as if laying a blanket over the face of a corpse.
Excerpted from PARALLEL LIES by RIDLEY PEARSON. Copyright © 2001 by Page One, Inc.. Excerpted by permission. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
Posted December 9, 2008
Peter Tyler was a DC police officer working homicide for years until he snapped upon seeing a big man brutalize a little girl. Swooping down as an avenger, Peter vigorously attacked the assailant to an unusual degree that took several officers to finally stop him. The media goes on a feeding frenzy because a white cop beat up an African-American. The case went to court where Peter was acquitted of criminal excess use of force, but still lost his job and ultimately his girl and probably his house. <P> Umberto Alvarez was a happy person until his wife and twin daughters died at a railroad crossing when a Northern Union train hit them. The NTSB ruled driver error, but a bitter Umberto knows that the bar and lights failed. For eighteen months, he has as sabotaged Northern Union property especially trains. His current plan is to destroy the new bullet train that is based on F-A-S-T track technology unless the president of the transit company publicly announces they caused the deaths of his beloved family. Peter gives chase, but Umberto seems several steps ahead of his pursuer as the clock to disaster winds down. <P> Suspense grandmaster Ridley Pearson has written a fascinating action thriller in which the villain is a victim. The chase scenes on the trains take the audience for a breathless ride into hell for the pursuer. However, the heart of the tale resides with Peter who needs redemption and Umberto who demands justice as their PARALLEL LIES intersect. <P>Harriet Klausner
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Posted December 18, 2012
My review splits down the middle. The writing and suspense put to paper by Mr. Pearson is really good BUT, the ending leaves me very much disturbed. After 30 years in law enforcement I find that letting Alverez go without any penalty very hard to take. Yes he does lose his wife and two children but we are a civilized society that lives and operates by the rule of law. Tyler many times stated that the cost to the railroad company was “covered by insurance”, but every loss by an insurance company is covered by increased premiums to the affected company AND to everyone else being covered by the insurance company. So we all paid for the railroads losses. Is this OK with Tyler? Alverez’s actions caused at least three deaths and many injuries and extensive time lost by first responders when they may have been able to help others rather than being tied up with Alverez’s actions. The ends do not justify the means. Does Tyler (and thus Mr. Pearson) accept and justify Alverez’s actions? Tyler stated that he felt abandoned by “the system” of the courts but it was not the system that was lacking it was his attorney that fought the wrong fight. Playing the “protect the child” stance was not the right tactic; it was the “self defense” posture that would have saved his career. Alverez’s brother could very easily be taken care of by the “riches” that Alverez had accumulated if not the railroad be required to foot the bill. For me Mr. Pearson’s ending said it is alright to kill and destroy if you could do some good word otherwise. I think that sends the wrong image as to what we as civilized people live with. I do not commend Mr. Pearson for his writing I condemn his message.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
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Posted December 26, 2001
Though our favorite books are the Boldt series, this opens a whole new venue for Pearson's talents. Like Sandord and others, it provides a different lead character to cast, a different set of circumstances with the result of another exciting book. thanks, RidleyWas this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted August 4, 2001
'He took each minute separately, and though a compulsive planner, he had learned to adapt and adjust his plans to suit the moment. He rarely knew what the next hour would bring. The only constant is change--his personal mantra. He did not spend a lot of time worrying; he left that for others. Instead, he focused almost single-mindedly on bringing Northern Union to its knees.'--From chap. 12. Umberto Alvarez is a widower. His wife and their four-year-old twins were killed by a train that demolished their van at a railroad crossing in Genoa, Illinois. There was negligence involved and a cover-up by the Northern Union Railroad. Stricken with grief, anger, and a need for revenge, Alvarez vows to destroy Northern Union. Peter Tyler, a dedicated policeman who has lost his shield because of the stupidities of 'political correctness' and reverse discrimination, and Nell Priest, a beautiful and intelligent African American investigator, cross paths early in the novel. In this suspenseful cat-and-mouse chase, they both are on the trail of the unknown saboteur who is wreaking havoc by derailing Northern Union freight trains. Alvarez has one last sabotage in mind: the destruction of NUR's bullet train, an ultra-sleek technological marvel called the F-A-S-T Track Express, which, traveling at the speed of 180 mph, will make the run from New York City to Washington, D.C. in two and a half hours. Sending out conflicting signals, the novel leaves us with mixed emotions. We begin to pull for the saboteur, empathizing with him because of the injustice he has suffered. The danger, however, is that anarchy, taking the law into one's own hands, is a treacherous path to tread; two wrongs do not make a right. A nail-biting, white-knuckled ride, PARALLEL LIES will make an excellent action film. Its plot bristles with multiple possibilities, making one wonder down which track the author will take us, and how he will resolve the tale.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted August 5, 2001
I have been a Ridley Pearson fan for many years. Parallel Lies is one of his best books. I actually cheered for the bad guy and the good guy. I never thought I would enjoy a railroad mystery and now I need another one to read.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted June 9, 2001
Umberto Alverez's life consists of one thing...bringing the railroad company, he holds responsible for the death of his wife and children, down. Pete Tyler is an ex-cop trying to redeem himself after losing his badge. Now working as an investigator with the National Transportation Safety Board, he is put on the case of the railroad killer, a madman killing homeless people called 'riders'. As his investigation deepens, it becomes more complicated. And determined to reach their goal, both men will stop at nothing to get what they want, until Tyler uncovers the truth about Alvarez, a truth he never expected. 'Parallel Lies' is a fast moving thriller, with characters as real, as they are unusual. This tale of two men set out to right the wrongs in their life is at once a gripping thriller, and the examination of the human spirit to overcome the tragedies they are faced with - no matter what extent they will have to go to. Ridley Pearson is, once again, grabbing his readers and pulling them through a twisting thriller full of action, suspense, and a touch of romance. A sure bet for beach reading. Nick GonnellaWas this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
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Posted July 3, 2001
Pearson keeps the pages turning with the adrenaline rush of the chase. He keeps you guessing as to who are the good guys & who are the bad. I got caught up in the twists & turns of this skilled writer. I've not read anything by Pearson before & I couldn't put it down! I never cross a closed railroad barrier but, thanks to Pearson, I'll be sure now to look both ways before I cross open tracks. Don't miss this one!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
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