Shockwave

( 1 )

Overview

Dell, a former mercenary, and his wife, Dolly, a former battlefield nurse, believe they have finally found a place of peace in a deceptively idyllic small town on the Oregon coast.
 
But early one morning, just before daybreak, a body washes up on the town’s pristine beach. The dead man’s shaven skull has been torn open, and his upper body is covered with neo-Nazi tattoos. The police quickly pick up Homer, a “walking wounded” schizophrenic...

See more details below
Hardcover
$19.81
BN.com price
(Save 26%)$26.95 List Price

Pick Up In Store

Reserve and pick up in 60 minutes at your local store

Other sellers (Hardcover)
  • All (21) from $9.06   
  • New (16) from $13.45   
  • Used (5) from $9.06   
Shockwave: An Aftershock Novel

Available on NOOK devices and apps  
  • NOOK Devices
  • NOOK HD/HD+ Tablet
  • NOOK
  • NOOK Color
  • NOOK Tablet
  • Tablet/Phone
  • NOOK for Windows 8 Tablet
  • NOOK for iOS
  • NOOK for Android
  • NOOK Kids for iPad
  • PC/Mac
  • NOOK for Windows 8
  • NOOK for PC
  • NOOK for Mac
  • NOOK Study
  • NOOK for Web

Want a NOOK? Explore Now

NOOK Book (eBook)
$13.99
BN.com price

Overview

Dell, a former mercenary, and his wife, Dolly, a former battlefield nurse, believe they have finally found a place of peace in a deceptively idyllic small town on the Oregon coast.
 
But early one morning, just before daybreak, a body washes up on the town’s pristine beach. The dead man’s shaven skull has been torn open, and his upper body is covered with neo-Nazi tattoos. The police quickly pick up Homer, a “walking wounded” schizophrenic who has been showing off a wristwatch he says God just gave him—a watch engraved with a symbol that exactly matches one of the dead man’s tattoos. Regardless of the fact that Homer could never have inflicted such damage on a man twice his weight and half his age, he is immediately arrested because the D.A. is desperate to close the case before it negatively affects tourism—the town’s only industry. Mack, the director and sole employee of the local mental-health outreach program, is outraged but helpless. He confides in Dolly, who shares his outrage. But with her local connections and her husband’s ruthless skills, Dolly is anything but helpless. As the search for the real killer pulls them deeper into the world of hate groups, Dell is forced to share some of his “dark arts” knowledge with Mack. Together they discover the treasonous fog of evil that hovers not only above their town but also above America itself.
 
With this latest installment in his new Aftershock series, Andrew Vachss reminds us once again—in his inimitable, visceral prose—that for some, peace comes at a very high price.

Read More Show Less

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
04/21/2014
In Vachss’s engrossing sequel to 2013’s Aftershock, a battered corpse with a shattered skull washes up on the beach of the Oregon town where Adelbert “Dell” Jackson and his wife, Dolly, have settled, determined to live peacefully under aliases. The only clues to the dead man’s identity are in the Nazi tattoos covering his body. The police arrest Homer, a schizophrenic homeless man, for murder after he produces the victim’s watch. Mack, a social worker colleague of Dolly’s who believes Homer is innocent and won’t survive confinement, asks Dolly for help. Dolly turns to Dell, who’s forced to return to the violent life he forsook when he joined the French Foreign Legion. Along with Mack, Dell explores a dark world inhabited by the homeless, hate groups, and tattoo artists. Intelligently drawn characters and assured prose help make this crime novel a winner. Agent: Lou Bank, Ten Angry Pitbulls. (June)
From the Publisher
Praise for Andrew Vachss’s Aftershock, the first volume in a new thriller series

“Vachss impresses again with his new dark and compelling thriller.” —Largehearted Boy.com
 
“Vachss explores the horrific intersection of victims and victimizers, evil and avengers. The setting has moved from urban to small-town, but the eternal conflict is as it ever was.” —Booklist
 
“Razor-edged and compulsively readable; the pages fly by.” —Library Journal
 

Acclaim for Andrew Vachss

“The baddest noir stylist of them all.” —Kirkus Reviews
 
“Vachss’s stories . . . burn with righteous rage and transfer a degree of that rage to the reader.” —The Washington Post Book World
 
“Vachss’s reverence for storytelling is evident in the blunt beauty of his language.” —Chicago Sun-Times
 
“Vachss’s style is personal, laconic, shaded, and, of course, creepy. If you like hard-boiled narrative, this is a read for you.” —Los Angeles Times Book Review
 
“Vachss seems bottomlessly knowledgeable about the depth and variety of human twistedness.” —The New York Times

Read More Show Less

Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780307908858
  • Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 6/3/2014
  • Pages: 272
  • Sales rank: 155,225
  • Product dimensions: 5.90 (w) x 9.30 (h) x 1.00 (d)

Meet the Author

Andrew Vachss

ANDREW VACHSS is a lawyer who represents children and youths exclusively. His many books include the Burke series and two previous collections of short stories. His novels have been translated into twenty languages, and his work has appeared in Parade, Antaeus, Esquire, Playboy, and The New York Times, among other publications.

The dedicated website for Andrew Vachss and his work is www.vachss.com.

Read More Show Less

Read an Excerpt

It had started with Dolly, a few nights before.
 
“That damn ocean. I love it, but I’m afraid of it, too. It’s so beautiful, so calming. That must be where ‘Pacific’ came from. But now it’s like something . . . malignant, Dell. I know it sounds crazy, but it’s almost as if someone lobbed a grenade into our lives.”
 
“It’s only a picture.”
 
“On the front page of the paper.”
 
“It’s still a picture, no matter where it’s put.”
 
“But that . . . body. That’s what they do. Over there. You know.”
 
Yeah, I knew. Coming across the mutilated body of a soldier from your outfit was supposed to make you fear going any deeper into the jungle. Maybe it did, for some. For those trained as we were, it only served as confirmation that we were where we wanted to be—close to the enemy we’d been hunting.
 
“Dolly, honey, it came out of the ocean. If a gigantic chunk of concrete could float here all the way from Japan, that body could have been dumped into that same ocean anywhere between Canada and California.”
 
“It was a fresh kill, Dell.”
 
I didn’t question how Dolly knew that—anything the local hospital found would be shared with her as soon as one of her nurse pals came on shift. “So—less time to float, sure. But ‘fresh’ doesn’t mean all that much, especially in salt water.”
 
“But it still feels like an . . . invasion.”
 
“A dead body isn’t an invasion. It could be a warning to anyone thinking about invading, sure. But who invades the ocean?”
 
“I know. I know it’s logical, what you’re saying. But you know I don’t spook at shadows, baby. And I have to trust my . . .”
 
I couldn’t put a name to what I knew my woman had always trusted. “Instincts,” “intuition,” whatever it was, I knew she’d had it—inside her, I mean—before she ever entered that kill-zone where we’d first met. Maybe it was what sent her there.
 
But all that really mattered was that it hadn’t kept her from trusting me.
 
It was another ten days before any public info started to emerge.
 
I read the press release that passes for “news” here to Dolly. The dead man had been ID’ed by his prints: Welter Thom Jordan, born August 21, 1980—so age thirty-five at time of death. White, male, five feet ten inches; two hundred and twelve pounds, hazel eyes. No facial hair, head shaved. Two prior prison terms, both for assault, with the last one flagged as a “hate crime.” The local papers didn’t have much more, other than his “racist tattoos.”
 
“What kind of name is ‘Welter’?” I asked.
 
“Probably supposed to be ‘Walter,’ ” my wife said. “You’d be amazed at how many times a birth mother misspells a baby’s name, especially if she’s alone and frantic. Or the hospital itself might have screwed it up.”
 
For a slice of a second, I wondered what my own birth certificate might have on it. The thought passed almost before I was conscious of it. An instant reflex, the kind you work hard to develop, always narrowing the gap between “see” and “shoot.”
 
“Hate crime?” I asked my wife.
 
“Probably the assault was against anyone that fits one of the categories: different skin color, gay, a mixed-race couple. . . .”
 
“If he did a good jolt on that last one, he’d have been a young man when he was locked up for it. But that kind of crime would carry status with certain people—he wouldn’t have been alone in prison. And that height-weight ratio sounds like he spent a lot of time pushing iron, even if it was only the bars on his cell.”
 
“All they have so far is what was on file when he was arrested. That was quite a while ago, so the autopsy would be a lot more accurate—he could be anything from muscled up to a flab bucket when he was killed. I haven’t seen the autopsy photos, but I could if you—”
 
“Dolly . . .”
 
“What, baby?”
 
“What’s this—any of this—got to do with us?”
 
“His watch. Wristwatch. The police found it on a homeless guy, and they’re holding him for the murder.”
 
“So?”
 
“So Mack says there’s no way the guy they arrested could have done it.”
 
“Mack?”
 
“The man who works with . . . Well, he works outdoors, mostly, but he has to interface with the hospital, too,” she said, as if repeating something I should have already known.
 
“It’s still ‘So?,’ Dolly. If it’s not going to touch us, then—”
 
“It already has. There’s already talk about some crazy homeless man, but it’s just smoke, I think.”
 
“Why not just let the cops work it out?”
 
She gave me one of those “Are you for real?” looks she must have picked up from the teenage girls that haunt this house. I’ve only got two places just for myself: that “den” Dolly fixed up for me on the first floor, and the basement. The kids know they can walk into the den if the door’s open . . . and not even to knock if it isn’t.
 
The basement door is always closed, always locked, and the only way to get to it is down a hall, after a sharp left turn.
 
Nobody ever follows Dolly down that hall. Rascal’s usually pretty indifferent once Dolly lets anyone in the house, but trying to follow behind Dolly when she walks away will get you a warning growl . . . if it’s your lucky day.
 
Like I said, rules.
 
“They may not be investigative geniuses, honey. But . . . I mean, who cares? A dead Nazi, some homeless guy, a nut job—who cares?”
 
“Dell, I already told you. Mack says—”
 
“People are probably saying everything.”
 
“You never met him. Mack, I mean.”
 
“I don’t need to meet him.”
 
“Dell . . .”
 
I sat back in my chair and closed my eyes. I knew that tone.

Read More Show Less

Customer Reviews

Average Rating 5
( 1 )
Rating Distribution

5 Star

(1)

4 Star

(0)

3 Star

(0)

2 Star

(0)

1 Star

(0)

Your Rating:

Your Name: Create a Pen Name or

Barnes & Noble.com Review Rules

Our reader reviews allow you to share your comments on titles you liked, or didn't, with others. By submitting an online review, you are representing to Barnes & Noble.com that all information contained in your review is original and accurate in all respects, and that the submission of such content by you and the posting of such content by Barnes & Noble.com does not and will not violate the rights of any third party. Please follow the rules below to help ensure that your review can be posted.

Reviews by Our Customers Under the Age of 13

We highly value and respect everyone's opinion concerning the titles we offer. However, we cannot allow persons under the age of 13 to have accounts at BN.com or to post customer reviews. Please see our Terms of Use for more details.

What to exclude from your review:

Please do not write about reviews, commentary, or information posted on the product page. If you see any errors in the information on the product page, please send us an email.

Reviews should not contain any of the following:

  • - HTML tags, profanity, obscenities, vulgarities, or comments that defame anyone
  • - Time-sensitive information such as tour dates, signings, lectures, etc.
  • - Single-word reviews. Other people will read your review to discover why you liked or didn't like the title. Be descriptive.
  • - Comments focusing on the author or that may ruin the ending for others
  • - Phone numbers, addresses, URLs
  • - Pricing and availability information or alternative ordering information
  • - Advertisements or commercial solicitation

Reminder:

  • - By submitting a review, you grant to Barnes & Noble.com and its sublicensees the royalty-free, perpetual, irrevocable right and license to use the review in accordance with the Barnes & Noble.com Terms of Use.
  • - Barnes & Noble.com reserves the right not to post any review -- particularly those that do not follow the terms and conditions of these Rules. Barnes & Noble.com also reserves the right to remove any review at any time without notice.
  • - See Terms of Use for other conditions and disclaimers.
Search for Products You'd Like to Recommend

Recommend other products that relate to your review. Just search for them below and share!

Create a Pen Name

Your Pen Name is your unique identity on BN.com. It will appear on the reviews you write and other website activities. Your Pen Name cannot be edited, changed or deleted once submitted.

 
Your Pen Name can be any combination of alphanumeric characters (plus - and _), and must be at least two characters long.

Continue Anonymously
Sort by: Showing 1 Customer Reviews
  • Anonymous

    Posted June 4, 2014

    The second installment in Vachss' new AFTERSHOCK series delivers

    The second installment in Vachss' new AFTERSHOCK series delivers. We find out a bit more on Dell's and Dolly's backstory, while still looking forward to getting to know them better.
    Maybe still having important work and a sense of community makes things a *bit* easier on Dolly, but Dell's in rough shape at the beginning of this book. "The life Dolly and I had worked so long and hard to make for ourselves was gone forever.
    "But all it had taken was a single backward glance to push us both over to the other side of the line. Back to using what had cost us so much to learn, and so much more to leave behind. But even the cost of stepping back across that line hadn't separated us. We were still one.
    "I knew that if I ever slipped, if I ever dropped back into Hell, Dolly would follow me. And bring me back, too. She'd done it before."
    You can read about the "plot points" anywhere -- what I'll say is that this book is kind of like "Shella" mixed with "Haiku;" a serious history lesson by an excellent teacher combined with a browse of the current (no pun intended) events section. I loved it, and look forward to learning more of Dell and Dolly as time goes on. (Rose Dawn Scott, unable to create "Pen Name" for some reason....)

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
Sort by: Showing 1 Customer Reviews

If you find inappropriate content, please report it to Barnes & Noble
Why is this product inappropriate?
Comments (optional)