The Rules of Silence [NOOK Book]


Titus Cain, a highly successful businessman with a rock-solid marriage and a loving circle of friends, is being kidnapped.
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Titus Cain, a highly successful businessman with a rock-solid marriage and a loving circle of friends, is being kidnapped.
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Editorial Reviews

Nelson DeMille
David Lindsey's fast-paced novels of suspense never disappoint...this is his best expertly written story...that will keep you engrossed and awake long into the night.
Publishers Weekly
Lindsey is an efficient thriller author who sometimes (as in Mercy) reaches considerable heights of suspense and terror. The present book, however, is no more than just efficient, despite its smooth prose, a Lindsey trademark. It has a workable plot-Titus Cain, a self-made Texas millionaire software developer, is being bled financially by a Latino thug who threatens to kill Cain's nearest and dearest if he fails to pay large sums into a series of front companies-but it soon becomes clear that the plot is all there is to the book. Titus; his wife, Rita; and the outlaw techno-whiz they hire to get them out of their horrible situation are not brought to life for an instant, but remain the ciphers of a mindless action movie. It soon becomes clear that the Cains' would-be savior, Garcia Burden, has his own dark agenda, and that their nemesis is not stockpiling money just for himself but perhaps for a sinister Arab group that could be planning a new terrorist attack. There's a great deal of planting bugs, scrutinizing laptops, dashing around in SUVs and the occasional burst of mayhem, but it's basically an unengaging and mechanical exercise. Lindsey can do much better. (April 2) Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
The specter of terrorism adds a twist to an otherwise standard blackmail plot. Lindsey (Animosity, 2001, etc.) starts with an unsettling premise: Could terrorists invade your home, threaten to destroy your career, and take the lives of loved ones? True, Titus Cain isn't your average Main Street Joe (Tom Hanks doesn't get the part). The developer of a private software company worth $265 million, Cain is tough but likable (Harrison Ford gets the part). Sipping a beer on his Austin estate, Cain is confronted at gunpoint by a man named Alvaro and his henchmen. Alvaro demands Cain invest $64 million in company assets into foreign enterprises Alvaro will designate. If Cain fails to comply and/or goes to the FBI, Alvaro will murder people close to Cain. To show they mean business, the blackmailers slaughter Cain's two dogs. Of course, Cain's wife Rita is out of the country, making her a likely target (and not much more than that, as sketched by Lindsey). "Where there's a gamble, there's also a chance," Titus reasons, so he makes a call by payphone to a contact at the CIA. The latter senses that the money demand is part of a larger plot-Cain's funds may back terrorists. The CIA op turns Cain over to an independent agent for the intelligence community, Garcia Burden, who takes charge with a strong hand. Little stands in his way (and little builds tension) except the murders of one of Cain's workers and of a friend. But when Burden cinches the ring around the virulent leader of the plot, Tano Luquin, a fascinating, suspenseful "techno-chase" ensues: SUV's, laptops, and tiny, adhesive mikes that resemble liver spots become the arms of post-9/11 warfare. Thin characterization and serviceable prose,but the nimbly executed set piece at the close is worth the wait. Agent: Aaron Priest/Aaron Priest Agency
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780446549462
  • Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
  • Publication date: 11/16/2008
  • Sold by: Hachette Digital, Inc.
  • Format: eBook
  • Sales rank: 505,461
  • File size: 786 KB

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The Rules of Silence

By David Lindsey

Warner Books

Copyright © 2003 David Lindsey
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0446531634

Chapter One

Benny Chalmers stared through the opened window of his pickup. He wore a soiled and sweat-stained khaki shirt with long sleeves, dirty jeans, and beat-to-hell cowboy boots with tops that reached nearly to his knees. He was red-faced from forty-one years in the searing border country sun, and his forehead was as white as a corpse where his Stetson had protected it.

It was four-thirty in the afternoon, and Chalmers was sitting in the middle of twenty-one million acres of rugged terrain known to ecologists as the South Texas plains and to everyone else as the Brush Country. They were fifty miles from anything other than an isolated ranch house every twenty or so miles. But they were only two hundred yards from Mexico. The sun was white. As far as you could see in any direction was an endless parched landscape of head-high thickets of cat claw and black brush interspersed with prickly pear flats and mesquite.

Chalmers was watching a rancher's vaqueros load 126 head of mixed-breed cattle into Chalmers's cattle truck. He had been hired to take them to another ranch near Bandera two hundred miles north. The cattle were being held in a sprawling maze of pens made of rusty oil rig drill pipe. A long iron-and-wood ramp ran from the pen's chute into the back of the trailer, a massive twelve-wheeler, triple-decker Wilson.

Fifty yards to Chalmers's left, a helicopter had just landed in a tornado of dust. The `copter had disgorged three men wearing guns, boots, and the familiar deep green uniforms of the U.S. Border Patrol agents. They were interested in watching the vaqueros load the cattle, and they were interested in Chalmers's big rig.

"Goddamn it," Chalmers muttered, squinting into the sun. The cattle were bawling and rocking the huge trailer as they clambered up the ramp and into the cavernous belly of their transportation. The cattle that were still in the pens milled and shuffled around in the hot dirt, kicking up dust that hung heavily above the whole operation in a rusty haze.

Chalmers had trucked cattle for border ranchers for twenty-two years. He knew more backcountry roads through the remote border ranches from El Paso to Brownsville than any man alive. And he knew about the hidden airstrips, too, and about the stepped-up Border Patrol activity because of the increase in smuggling of drugs and humans. He also knew that the odds were getting shorter against him.

He watched the three Border Patrol agents huddled at the rear of the trailer, looking in three different directions from behind their sunglasses. They were talking among themselves without looking at one another, the dust from the loading operation drifting over them and sticking to the sweat that stained their dark uniforms.

Then the agents disappeared around the side of the sixty-five-foot-long truck and trailer, and when they emerged from behind the cab of the red Mack tractor, they looked toward Chalmers and waved. He waved back, sticking his beefy arm out the pickup window.

"Adios, boys," he said under his breath. He turned back and looked out the windshield again and stared at the rusty fog and the cattle and the vaqueros. But he didn't relax until he heard the chopper's engine start, its low whine cranking up slowly, revving to lift.

He wiped his forehead on the sleeve of his shirt.

Chalmers smuggled people, but his operation was more than just a little special. To frustrate the noses of the Border Patrol dogs, he built two cubicles in the curved top of his trailer right in the middle of a big bunch of stinking, shitting cattle. The cubicles were twenty-four inches high (a little more than the thickness of a man lying flat on his back), sixty-two inches long, and twenty-four inches wide. He piped air-conditioning from the cab into the cubicles and put long, narrow water tanks in there with hoses to drink from. A man could live three days in there easy and hardly feel it.

Two people only. Delivery guaranteed. But the fee was high. And Chalmers knew damn well what that meant. Whoever came to him willing to pay his price had to have something more waiting for him in the States than working on a framing crew or wiping tables in a fast-food joint. This was elite human smuggling he was offering here.

And it worked. He'd made nearly $750,000 in six months. Cash.

At dusk Benny Chalmers finished up the paperwork with the rancher, using the hood of the rancher's pickup as a desk. They shook hands, and he said that he was going to get a bite to eat right there in his truck and then head out. Leaning on the front of the truck, he watched the rancher and his vaqueros drive away from the holding pens in their pickups, pulling horse trailers.

Half an hour later Chalmers stood at the edge of the brush, having a serious conversation in Spanish with four Mexican coyotes. His truck idled in the dying light behind him, its tiny amber lights glowing like long strands of embers. Real coyotes yipped and keened out in the endless night of desert brush.

The coyotes Chalmers was dealing with were heartless men who had lots of money, more than the U.S. government doled out to its law enforcement agencies. They bought the best electronic countermeasures that technology could produce, and here they were to prove it, bunch of sorry-ass Mexican smugglers wired up with headphones and mouth mikes like some damned singing kids on MTV.

Chalmers was sweating, nervous, wishing to hell he hadn't agreed to this particular load. He should have quit one load back. The last one should've been his last.

The kid who was apparently in charge of this spoke softly into the mike curved in front of his mouth, and they all turned and looked south toward the river and Mexico. Silence. A minute. Two. Three. Five. They all saw the chopper's distinctive blue light before they heard it, its baffled engine making no more noise than a quiet cough in the distance.

Suddenly Chalmers developed some respect. He'd seen this machine only once before, but he'd heard plenty of stories about it. He could've charged twice what he'd asked. Jesus.

The black chopper landed on a sandbar in the river, stayed no longer than a minute, then lifted up again and wheezed away into the darkness. They waited.

Soon a small group of men emerged from the grease brush, seeping out of it like shadows pulling loose from shadows.

There were three men with two black-hooded figures. The hooded men were dressed better than the others and communicated only by sign. He could tell that they could see through the strange sheen of the fabric. The more muscular of the two hooded men carried a cheap plastic net bag with a couple of mangoes and oranges in it.

One of the three escorts spoke with the young MTV smart-asses, and then the little shit in charge turned to Chalmers and spoke to him in perfect, unaccented English.

"Okay, bubba," he wisecracked, "this does it for us. We don't have anything to do with the other end."

Chalmers nodded, and the kid handed him a thick envelope. Chalmers calmly took a small Maglite out of his pocket and started counting. He didn't care how many people were standing around waiting for him. This right here was what it was all about. He was looking after his end.

It was all there. He looked up. "Okay."

"Let's get these guys loaded up," the kid said.

The two hooded men climbed up the side of the trailer and crawled feet first into the tiny compartment in the top of the cattle trailer. They never said a word. Once they were inside, Chalmers, standing on the rails on the outside of the trailer, started explaining to them in Spanish how to operate the air vents and the water hoses.

It was two-thirty in the morning when Chalmers delivered his cattle at another set of isolated holding pens on the Braden Ranch southwest of Bandera. This was the Texas Hill Country, rolling hills studded with oaks and mountain juniper. The Medina River was so close that you could smell it.

In the early morning darkness, Chalmers told the rancher he'd have to tidy up a few things on his trailer before he drove away, said adios to him, and watched the headlights of the last pickup ascend the caliche road that climbed out of the shallow valley.

Then Chalmers turned and heaved his heavy body up on the rails of his trailer and climbed to the top. With a small ratchet he unscrewed two bolts and lifted out the panel that concealed the two cubicles.

"Está bien," he said, and climbed down the rails again.

From the ground he watched as the first man wriggled from his cubicle in the near dark. He was no longer hooded, which immediately set Chalmers's antennae to quivering. As the first man helped the second one-also without his hood now-negotiate the difficult exit onto the sides of the cattle trailer, Chalmers noticed that the first man was clearly younger and more muscular. Bodyguard.

They were stiff and moved slowly, but eventually they made their way to the ground. Even though it was dark, Chalmers deliberately kept his head down as the bodyguard produced a cell phone and placed a call. The older man walked a little ways from the truck, unzipped his pants, and pissed into the darkness, his back to them.

Chalmers made a big deal of being busy putting something in order on the tail end of the truck, but he kept a wary eye on the younger man's hands. This was where Chalmers became a liability instead of a necessity. When the man finished his conversation, he came over to Chalmers.

"Which way's the road?" he asked in English.

"Right behind you," Chalmers said, his eyes averted, tilting his head toward the caliche track into the brush. His own rig pointed straight at it.

"Okay," the man said, his voice saying a kind of thanks and a kind of good-bye. "Wait half hour," he added, then turned and walked away toward the other man, who was pacing back and forth.

They exchanged a few words and then, without turning around, walked away into the cobalt darkness, headed for the only road out of the valley.

Slowly Chalmers eased over to a toolbox under the steps of his rig and took out a pair of binoculars. He moved away from the truck and sat on the ground, his legs pulled up, and rested his elbows on his knees. He put the binoculars to his eyes and focused it on the two men. The nightvision lenses illuminated them in a slightly fuzzy, green world. They were still together. They didn't look back.

He sensed it a millisecond before he felt it, the cold, thick tube eased firmly against his right ear. He knew. He went weightless, and his heavy, weary body levitated slowly and then stopped a few inches above the ground, the cold tube pressed against his ear keeping him from tilting. He was still watching the two men walking away in a green world when his head exploded.


Excerpted from The Rules of Silence by David Lindsey Copyright © 2003 by David Lindsey
Excerpted by permission. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.

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  • Posted November 21, 2011

    Highly recommended!

    I absolutely love how David Lindsey writes and I think this is one of his best books!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 20, 2005

    Disappointing Book

    There was so much potential in the plot of this story but unfortunatly Lindsey decided to make a horrible book. The plot was very predicatable and it didnt really go anywhere. The characters remained underdeveloped. A book that deserves to be in the bargain section of the store.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 29, 2005


    David Lindsey has got a hit on his hands. A first rate thriller and to think that it was in the Bargain book section at B&N. Weird huh? Maybe I should buy all my books there from now on. Note to Reviewer: His name is David Lindsey, not John Lindsey.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 4, 2005

    best book i read in 2004

    This book was captivating from page one. To think that this could happen to anybody was awesome. John Lindsay is a fantastic author and this is his best book up to date.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 2, 2004

    Fantastic Book!

    This is a fast-paced, exciting and original thriller - I haven't read anything this good in months, and I read a lot! Could not put this down until I was finished, and now I need to read all of his other books!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 29, 2003

    One of his 3 best novels

    David Lindsey has written a real winner!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 3, 2003

    Call in sick for work...

    ...because you'll be up until dawn reading this thriller. David Lindsey returns to his very best as he weaves a tense plot.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 16, 2003


    Lou Diamond Phillips gives an economic, energetic reading to this story of a man caught in a whirlpool of evil. Tony nominee Phillips is remembered for his numerous film, television, and stage performances. Multimillionaire Titus Cain has it all. He's smart - so intelligent that he founded a software company that made him zillions. His wife is all he could wish. Then one day something he would never wish for happens - he's approached by Cayetano Luquin, a man sans conscience or scruples. Luquin demands that Cain fork over 64 million or Cain's loved ones will be systematically murdered. Further, he cannot just pay the money, but he must make a series of bad investments over the next few days in order to put the money into Cayetano's hands. Terrified that any harm should come to those he cherishes in life Cain initially pulls out all stops to comply with the bizarre demand. Then, deciding to fight back, Cain realizes he must have allies - allies as remorseless as Cayetano. Those who enjoy building suspense laced with shivers should give a listen to 'The Rules Of Silence.'

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    Geat thriller

    Cayetano 'Tano' Luquin extorts money from millionaires by threatening to kill anyone they cherish if payment fails to be remitted. The professional blackmailer insures nearly impossible tracing even following the money trail by having his victims make losing investments in which he reaps the awards from paper companies ¿laundering¿ the cash. His current chosen lamb is software developer guru Titus Cain.<P> Titus and his wife Rita turn to counterterrorist expert Garcia Burden to help expedite the Cains from this devious plot. If Tano learns that his victims deviated from his script, one by one those close to Titus will be marked for death plus a demand for an increase from the $64 million dollar first offer will occur. A former CIA agent, Garcia starts gathering information on his opponent knowing that if he breaks THE RULES OF SILENCE of this game someone will die.<P> Though somewhat similar in theme to Jon Katzenbach's THE ANALYST, THE RULES OF SILENCE is an exciting action thriller that never slows down until the final confrontation occurs. The story line moves at a rapid pace so readers need to wear their seat belts at all times. The villain and his opponent each have agendas that make them the lead duo in a deadly game of cat and mouse, and more easily understood than the victims. Not quite as character rounded as David Lindsey¿s usual novel (see A COLD MIND and MERCY), readers will still appreciate this exhilarating thriller.<P> Harriet Klausner

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