Shoot Him If He Runs (Stone Barrington Series #14) [NOOK Book]


Stone Barrington and Holly Barker pursue a master spy and murderer in a tropical paradise that’s getting hotter by the minute…

Teddy Fay, the rogue agent last seen escaping from an imploding building in Iron Orchid, has been considered dead for some time now. But President Will Lee thinks Teddy may still be alive. In a top-secret Oval Office meeting, Stone learns that he and...
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Stone Barrington and Holly Barker pursue a master spy and murderer in a tropical paradise that’s getting hotter by the minute…

Teddy Fay, the rogue agent last seen escaping from an imploding building in Iron Orchid, has been considered dead for some time now. But President Will Lee thinks Teddy may still be alive. In a top-secret Oval Office meeting, Stone learns that he and his cohorts, Holly Barker and Dino Bacchetti, are being sent to the beautiful Caribbean island of St. Marks, courtesy of the CIA, to track down Teddy once and for all.

St. Marks is a vacationers’ paradise, but its luxurious beach clubs and secluded mountain villas are home to corrupt local politicians and more than a few American expats with murky personal histories. Stone and Holly soon discover that in St. Marks, everyone is hiding something—and that Teddy Fay may just be hiding in plain sight.
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Shoot Him if He Runs is Stuart Woods's 35th novel, but his talents show no signs of slackening. Nor do those of Stone Barringon, his peripatetic covert investigator. In his latest assignment, the ex-NYPD detective receives an Oval Office call to hunt down Teddy Fay, a rogue agent who was long thought dead. To find the elusive Fay, Barrington and partner Holly Barker pack their bags and head for the Caribbean island of St. Marks. But appearances aside, this tropical hideaway is no paradise. Beyond the high-rise hotels and bikini brunches, there is enough dirty laundry to sink the entire West Indies. While sorting through it, Stone and Holly discover that somebody here is willing to play for very high stakes. A brisk thriller read.
Publishers Weekly

Tony Roberts shows off his comedic and dramatic skills in Woods's newest addition to the Stone Barrington saga. The elegant cop-turned-lawyer's new adventure has a welcome lightheartedness. He, his crime-fighting paramour, Holly, and their friends Dino and Genevieve fly to the Caribbean island of St. Marks on a sub-rosa assignment from the CIA to find a homicidal rogue agent rumored to be living in disguise on the island paradise. Woods and Roberts guide us through what turns out to be mainly a lovely vacation for the quartet-with cocktails, elaborate dinners and brisk swims along sparkling white sandy nude beaches marred by an assassination or two and a few anxious moments at the hands of the island's police chiefs. The result is more diverting than thrilling, with Roberts adding considerably to the overall entertainment value via his sly use of amusing British, French and clipped East Coast American accents. One of the nasty police chiefs, for example, sounds suspiciously like Peter Sellers's irrepressible Inspector Clouseau. Simultaneous release with Putnam hardcover (Reviews, Aug. 6). (Oct.)

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Kirkus Reviews
New York attorney Stone Barrington dabbles once more in international intrigue, unaware that he's out way past his depth. President William Henry Lee IV suspects that Teddy Fay, durable CIA agent turned vigilante political assassin, is alive and well on the Caribbean island of St. Marks. And Lee ought to know, since his wife Kate (Iron Orchid, 2005, etc.) is director of the CIA. The first couple plan to send CIA operative Holly Barker into the breach once more, with an eligible man accompanying her so that she won't stick out like a sore spinster. Enter Stone, who arrives with Holly in St. Marks to find the familiar cast from his last visit (Dead in the Water, 1997) poised to go through their limited repertory once again. Thanks to a series of ham-handed cutaways to Teddy's point of view, we see that he is indeed hiding on St. Marks with his ex-CIA inamorata, Irene Foster, but we're not privy to his cover identity or his new plan. While Stone and his excruciatingly familiar cohorts tangle with Col. Croydon Croft, the bullyboy enforcer of St. Marks, fresh rounds of agency infighting back home spawn a series of sharply contradictory mandates about what to do next. In the hands of John le Carre, these mixed messages would produce a sense of delicate comedy or ironic disillusionment; with Woods at the helm, the effect is a muddled version of Who's On First. The fadeout finds Stone sexually satisfied and Teddy at large once more, leaving the author free to publish another version of this greyhound chase with an equally inconsequential endgame whenever he's so inclined. Despite stiff competition, this meandering Caribbean idyll is the most relentlessly unoriginal of all Stone's adventures.Other crimebusters live on in movies; maybe Stone will get a sitcom. Agent: Anne Sibbald/Janklow & Nesbit Associates
From the Publisher
“A Stone Barrington novel never lacks witty dialogue or intriguing characters.”—Albuquerque Journal

“Woods certainly knows how to keep the pages turning.”—Booklist

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781101211762
  • Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 9/25/2007
  • Series: Stone Barrington Series, #14
  • Sold by: Penguin Group
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 400
  • Sales rank: 13,366
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author

Stuart Woods

Stuart Woods is the author of more than fifty novels. He is a native of Georgia and began his writing career in the advertising industry. Chiefs, his 1981 debut, won an Edgar Award. An avid sailor and pilot, Woods lives in Florida, Maine, and New York. 







Stuart Woods was born in 1938 in Manchester, Georgia. After graduating from college and enlisting in the Air National Guard, he moved to New York, where he worked in advertising for the better part of the 1960s. He spent three years in London working for various ad agencies, then moved to Ireland in 1973 to begin his writing career in earnest.

However, despite his best intentions, Woods got sidetracked in Ireland. He was nearly 100 pages into a novel when he discovered the seductive pleasures of sailing. "Everything went to hell," he quips on his web site "All I did was sail." He bought a boat, learned everything he could about celestial navigation, and competed in the Observer Singlehanded Transatlantic Race (OSTAR) in 1976, finishing respectably in the middle of the fleet. (Later, he took part in the infamous Fastnet Race of 1979, a yachting competition that ended tragically when a huge storm claimed the lives of 15 sailors and 4 observers. Woods and his crew emerged unharmed.)

Returning to the U.S., Woods wrote two nonfiction books: an account of his transatlantic sailing adventures (Blue Water, Green Skipper) and a travel guide he claims to have written on a whim. But the book that jump-started his career was the opus interruptus begun in Ireland. An absorbing multigenerational mystery set in a small southern town, Chiefs was published in 1981, went on to win an Edgar Award, and was subsequently turned into a television miniseries starring Charlton Heston.

An amazingly prolific author, Woods has gone on to pen dozens of compelling thrillers, juggling stand-alone novels with installments in four successful series. (His most popular protagonists are New York cop-turned-attorney Stone Barrington, introduced in 1991's New York Dead, and plucky Florida police chief Holly Barker, who debuted in 1998's Orchid Beach.) His pleasing mix of high-octane action, likable characters, and sly, subversive humor has made him a hit with readers -- who have returned the favor by propelling his books to the top of the bestseller lists.

Good To Know

Some fascinating facts about Stuart Woods:

His first job was in advertising at BBDO in New York, and his first assignment was to write ads for CBS-TV shows. He recalls: "They consisted of a drawing of the star and one line of exactly 127 characters, including spaces, and I had to write to that length. It taught me to be concise."

He flies his own airplane, a single-engine turboprop called a Jetprop, and tours the country every year in it, including book tours.

He's a partner in a 1929 motor yacht called Belle and spends two or three weeks a year aboard her.

In 1961-62, Woods spent 10 months in Germany with the National Guard at the height of the Berlin Wall Crisis.

In October and November of 1979, he skippered a friend's yacht back across the Atlantic, with a crew of six, calling at the Azores, Madeira, and the Canary Islands and finishing at Antigua in the Caribbean.

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    1. Hometown:
      Key West, Florida; Mt. Desert, Maine; New York, New York
    1. Date of Birth:
      January 9, 1938
    2. Place of Birth:
      Manchester, Georgia
    1. Education:
      B.A., University of Georgia, 1959
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Elaine’s, late.

Stone Barrington blew into Elaine’s, later than usual. Dino Bacchetti, his former NYPD partner, sat having dinner.

“Where the hell have you been?” Dino asked.

“Spokane, Washington,” Stone replied. “I told you, remember?”

“I don’t remember anything anymore,” Dino said. “That’s Genevieve’s job, now.” Genevieve James was his new girlfriend, his first regular since his divorce. “What were you doing in Spokane?”

“I’m having the engine ripped off my airplane and replaced with a turbine—that’s a jet engine, turning a propeller.”

A waiter set a Knob Creek on the rocks before him, and he sipped it gratefully.

“But why are you late? Dinner was two hours ago.”

“Because my flight was late.”

“You don’t take the airlines; you have an airplane.”

“Dino, having sex again is addling your brain. I left the airplane in Spokane; the work takes three months. It’s a big job.”


Stone put several letters on the table and began opening them.

“You getting your mail here now?”

“No, I stopped to drop off my bag, and I just grabbed the mail on the way out the door.”

Elaine came over, allowed him to kiss her and sat down. “You getting your mail here? We charge extra for that.”

Stone put down the mail. “No, I brought it with me. Any charge for opening it here?”

“Don’t make a habit of it,” she replied. “People will think you’re living in my back room.”

“You don’t have a back room.”

“That won’t stop them from thinking it.”

“Your logic is unassailable,” Stone said, shoving the mail aside and sipping his drink.

A waiter appeared with a menu.

“Green bean salad, hold the peppers, spaghetti carbonara, half a bottle of the Chianti Classico,” Stone said.

“You look hungry,” Elaine said. “You’re late, too; where you been?”

“Spokane, Washington; Dino will explain it to you.”

“He’s turning his airplane into a jet,” Dino said.

“Sort of,” Stone replied. “A jet with a propeller. It’s called a turboprop.”

“Why are you doing this to your airplane?”

“Faster, quieter, more reliable, climbs faster.”


Elaine had never evinced the slightest interest in his airplane, Stone remembered. He waited for the next, inevitable question.

“Only one engine?” Elaine asked.

“One’s all you need.”

“What if it stops?”

“Extremely unlikely, but I’d find a place to land it.”

Elaine nodded. “Yeah, sure.”

“Where is Genevieve?” Stone asked Dino.

“Late shift; she’ll show soon. She might bring Eliza.”

“Good idea.” Eliza Larkin was an ER doctor Stone had been seeing occasionally since he had been run down by a car and she had treated him.

The two women, on cue, breezed into the place, exchanged kisses with everybody and sat down.

“Bring ’em a menu,” Elaine said to a waiter.

“No, thanks, I had dinner in the cafeteria earlier,” Eliza said.

“Me too,” Genevieve said.

Elaine looked at them incredulously. “You ate food from a hospital cafeteria instead of here?”

“I would have fainted if I hadn’t,” Eliza said. “Maybe I’ll have dessert.”

“Dessert is good,” Elaine said, pointing at a tray of samples and motioning for a waiter to bring it over.

“Cheesecake,” Eliza said.

“Make it two,” Genevieve echoed.

The two women excused themselves and went to the ladies’ room.

Stone turned his attention to the mail again, and a large white envelope caught his attention. He turned it over to read the return address. The White House, Washington, D.C., it read.

Stone opened the envelope.

“You look funny,” Dino said.

“I’ve been invited to dinner at the White House,” Stone said, gulping. “Holly Barker and me.”

“On the same invitation?” Elaine asked, taking it from him.

“Why you and Holly?” Dino asked.

“Yeah, Eliza is gonna want to know the answer to that question, too,” Elaine said.

Stone took the invitation and stuffed it into his pocket. “Let’s not discuss it with her,” he said, “especially since I don’t know the answer to that question.”

His cellphone vibrated on his belt, and he flipped it open. “Hello?”

“It’s Holly.” Holly Barker was his friend and sometime lover, a retired army officer and chief of police in a Florida town, now doing something or other for the CIA.

“Speak of the devil.”

“How was Spokane?”

“Fine. How did you know I was in Spokane?”

“I have a computer program that tracks the flight of any airplane. You went yesterday; I figured you came back today. You’re doing the engine conversion?”

“How the hell did you know that?”

“I know lots of stuff. You got the invitation?”

“Just now.”

“You getting your mail at Elaine’s these days?”

“I picked it up on the way here.”

“I have further instructions for you about the dinner.”


“It’s going to take five days, maybe a week of your time.”


“Listen to me carefully, and don’t argue. Dinner, you will have noticed, is tomorrow night; it’s black tie.”

“I got that from the invitation.”

“Pack a bag with warm-weather clothing and bring your passport.”


“Shut up. I told you not to ask questions.”

“I’ll have to see what’s on my calendar for the next week.”

“Nothing; I checked with Joan this afternoon.”

Joan Robertson was his secretary. “A conspiracy,” he said.

“You don’t know the half of it, kiddo,” she replied, then hung up.

“What?” Elaine asked.

“I don’t know what,” Stone replied. “Weird, is what.”


The following day, Stone, as per directions included with his White House invitation, took the Acela to Washington and a cab to the Willard, the restored grande dame hotel of the mid-nineteenth century. He was led by a bellman to an elegant suite and was a little surprised to find the luggage and clothes of a woman there. He tipped the bellman, then explored.

The clothes in the closet were few, but from fashionable designers, and slinky. He reflected that Holly was tall, but not particularly slender, and a little on the butch side, with short, light brown hair. She was certainly very attractive, but these clothes could not be hers. He called the front desk to inquire as to whether he was in the right suite and was assured that he was. He looked at his watch: four hours until he was to present himself at the White House.

He phoned the concierge and arranged for a massage, and while he waited for the masseuse to appear, he sent his dinner jacket and other clothes out to be pressed.

After an hour and a half of prodding and pummeling, he soaked in a hot tub and took a nap. He was in front of the hotel at the appointed time and was met by a black Lincoln and a driver, who knew the way to the White House.

The mansion and its grounds looked very beautiful with the moonlight on its six-inch blanket of new snow. At the gate he identified himself with his invitation and his passport and was driven to a portico, lit by a huge, hanging lamp, with Marine guards on either side of the door. Inside, he was greeted by name (they must have a photograph, he thought), his coat was taken, and he was asked to follow an usher. They walked down a portrait-hung hallway, took a couple of turns and stopped before a pair of double doors. The usher rapped lightly, and the door was opened by a man in a tuxedo. “Mr. Barrington,” the usher said, and stepped back to allow Stone to enter.

Stone walked into the room and was astonished to find himself in the Oval Office. The president of the United States, William Henry Lee IV, sat at the desk, on the phone, in his shirtsleeves, his dinner jacket resting on a valet stand beside his chair.

The president waved and pointed at a couch.

Stone sat down, and it was a good thing, too, because he felt a little weak in the knees. He had never been in this room, nor in this house, nor had he ever seen its occupant face-to-face.

A uniformed butler materialized and asked his pleasure in drink.

“A Knob Creek on the rocks,” Stone said automatically. “But if you don’t have that…”

“We have it, sir,” the man said, and he was back in a trice, with not one, but two drinks on a tray. He served Stone, then set the other glass on the president’s desk and dematerialized.

“I’ll expect to hear from you before noon tomorrow,” the president said, then hung up. “Mr. Barrington,” he said, rising and slipping into his dinner jacket. “I’ve heard a great deal about you.” He walked toward Stone, his hand out.

Stone rose and shook his hand. “Have you, Mr. President?” He couldn’t imagine how.

“Bill Eggers is an old friend, and Woodman & Weld have been very helpful to the Democratic Party and to me over the years.” His accent was softly Southern. “Bill has told me some of the things you’ve done for them since becoming of counsel to the firm.”

What Stone did for Woodman & Weld was the things the firm did not want to be seen to be doing themselves, and he was a little embarrassed that the president knew about that. “I see,” he said.

“Oh, don’t be embarrassed, Stone,” Lee said. “Every law firm needs that sort of work”—he paused—“as does every administration.” He waved Stone back to his seat.

Stone sat down, uncertain as to what might come next.

“I asked you here a few minutes before the arrival of the others to thank you in advance for your help. I’m aware of your campaign contributions over the years, and I’m grateful for those, too.”

Stone had made a few thousand-dollar donations, but he couldn’t imagine why the president would be aware of that.

“I’m also aware of your honorable and very capable service to the NYPD for the fourteen years before you became an attorney, and as a citizen, I thank you for that, too.”

“Thank you, Mr. President.” Stone gulped. He took a long sip from his bourbon.

“Good stuff, Knob Creek,” the president said. “Knob Creek was where Abraham Lincoln spent his early years, in Kentucky, you know.”

“Yes, sir.”

The president raised his glass. “It’s the patriotic thing to do,” he said, taking a sip. “Though I mustn’t be patriotic too often these days, given the nature of the work.”

“I suppose not, sir.”

The president sat down on the sofa beside him. “Let me come directly to the point; the others will be here soon.”

Stone waited and listened.

“I believe that, some years ago, you were involved in a widely publicized criminal trial, on the island of St. Marks, way south of here.”

“Yes, sir, I was.”

“I believe I even caught a glimpse of you on 60 Minutes.”

“Yes, sir, it was important to the outcome of the trial that we obtain as much media coverage as possible.”

“I forget; what was the outcome of the trial?” The president asked, raising his eyebrows.

Stone had the distinct feeling that he had forgotten nothing. “My client was hanged,” he replied.

President Lee burst out laughing. “I’m aware that you believed her to be hanged, until some years later, and I’m aware of your most recent encounter with her. Where is she now?”

“In a Florida prison, Mr. President.”

“Ah, yes, and she’s been asking me for a pardon every year since; for her husband, too. Tell me, Stone, if you were in my position, would you pardon them?”

“Since I don’t represent her anymore, I can say candidly, absolutely not. Both she and her husband deserve worse than being where they presently are, and the country is better off for having them there.”

The president chuckled. “We are of one mind,” he said. “Stone, someone is going to ask you to go back to St. Marks for…a visit.”

“That would not be unpleasant duty, Mr. President. It’s a beautiful island.”

“I hope you can take the time to go.”

“I was requested to pack my bags, Mr. President, and I have done so. May I ask why you want me to go back?”

“Oh, I haven’t asked you to go back,” the president said. “Someone else will, but I will not. And I must ask you to recall this meeting, this room, this bourbon and this conversation as wholly imaginary.”

“As you wish, Mr. President.”

“Stone, I’m sure you know that I am up for reelection in the autumn, and I wanted to tell you personally that your visit to St. Marks may, in one way or another, have a profound effect on my chances. Since, in light of your campaign contributions in the past, I have some reason to believe you think it might be important for me to finish my administration’s work, I wanted to tell you personally that you may soon be in a position to contribute to my campaign in a larger way than you imagine, and I want you to know, in advance, that you have my deep gratitude for your help.”

Stone was too baffled to speak, and he was relieved of that obligation when a door behind him opened and a woman’s voice said, “Will, honey, it’s time for us to go in.”

Stone sprang to his feet and turned to see the first lady, who was also the Director of Central Intelligence, standing in the open door.

“Kate, darling, this is Mr….” the president started to say.

“I know who he is, Will,” she replied, walking over and shaking his hand. “And I’m glad to have the opportunity to thank you for your efforts in solving the death of your cousin, Dick Stone, last summer. Dick was about to assume an important post at the Agency, and I had hopes that he might one day succeed me, when I’ve played out my string. Lance Cabot has told me how helpful you were to him during the investigation.”

Funny, Stone thought, and I was laboring under the apparent illusion that Lance was helping me. “You’re very welcome, ma’am.”

“Good luck on St. Marks, Mr. Barrington.” She turned and walked out the way she had come in.

“I must go,” Will Lee said, shaking Stone’s hand. “And by the way, the woman you just met was entirely imaginary, too. Have a seat; someone will come for you.”

The president followed his wife out the door, closing it behind him.

Stone stood in the center of the Oval Office, alone with its ghosts. He recognized the President’s desk as the one John Kennedy had used, and he remembered a photograph of John-John playing under it. He took in the portraits and the model of a yacht on one side of the room, and the rug under his feet with the Great Seal of the United States woven into it.

Then the door through which he had entered opened and Lance Cabot walked in.

“Oh, shit,” Stone muttered to himself.


Lance smiled and extended a hand. “So nice to see you, Stone.”

Stone had not seen Lance for several months, and that had been all right with him. Every time he saw Lance he found himself in the middle of some sort of problem, and it seemed to be happening again. He shook the hand. “Hello, Lance,” he said. “What the fuck am I doing in the Oval Office, about to go to St. Marks?”

Lance arranged himself in a chair and motioned for Stone to sit. “Relax, Stone, all is about to be revealed.”

Stone couldn’t wait. “Please start revealing.”

“Have you ever heard of a man named Teddy Fay?”

“Of course; everybody’s heard of him. He killed several right-wing political figures a couple of years ago, and when they were about to catch him, he killed himself by exploding the small airplane he was flying.”

“You’re half right,” Lance replied.

“Which half?”

“The first half. Teddy didn’t die in the aircraft explosion. He got out, made his way to New York and spent some time last year killing Middle Easterners whom he believed to be enemies of the United States.”

“That was Teddy Fay?”

“Indubitably, it was.”

“Was he the guy who died in the collapse of the building he bombed, then?”

“Not quite. At the time there was every indication that the body found in the ruins of the building was that of Teddy, but a woman who had reported her homeless father missing gave the NYPD a DNA sample last week, and it matched that of the body we found.”

“So Fay is still alive?”

“I’m afraid we don’t know, but we have no conclusive evidence that he’s dead.”

“And what does this have to do with my going to St. Marks?”

“Let me begin at the beginning, Stone, since there’s a lot you may not know about Teddy from press reports.”

“Please do.”

“Theodore Fay was a career employee of the CIA, joining in his twenties and retiring at age sixty-five. He worked in Technical Services, which is the rather bland name of the department that supplies all sorts of things to agents going into the field: clothing, disguises, false passports, driver’s licenses, insurance cards, credit cards and other documents an agent requires to establish a legend—that is, a false identity—in the field. The department also supplies weapons—some of them quite exotic—communications equipment and, well, you get the picture.”

“I do. What did Teddy do there?”

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  • Posted May 30, 2009


    I had this in audio form and it made for hours of good listening in the car. Nothing heavy, and nothing too gory...just fun.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 2, 2015

    great audio

    love woods & stone makes driving pass so quick wish I could get all the old ones on audio

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 3, 2013

    Must read!

    Loved all the Stone Barrington books. They are fast moving and fun to read!

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  • Posted July 26, 2012

    Very good mystery writer

    Highly recommend

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  • Posted December 13, 2011

    Skip it.

    Most writers improve over time, but Mr. Woods has done just the opposite in the Stone Barrington series. They read like a comic book series without the illustrations. The dialogue is unrealistic - no one talks like his characters - and the characters themselves are flat, predictable, and not very interesting. My standard is the Harry Bosch Series by Michael Connelly and it is the ruler by which I measure the quality of other detective/crime novels by.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 23, 2010

    Stuart Wood's latest Stone Barrington novel

    Stuart Woods latest novel will please fans, although the plot is not particularly memorable, Woods has created a character in Stone Barrington who is as always, genuine and sympathetic. Woods' writing style is first class as usual, engaging and comfortable for readers. The novel stands alone, as do all of Woods' books, but for those already familiar with the protagonist it is always a pleasure.

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  • Posted November 23, 2009

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    Only for Die Hard Fans of Stone and Dino

    I love the way Mr. Woods illustrates his characters in this series, especially Stone Barrington's unflappable demeanor and his interactions with others in the stories. And Mr. Roberts' vocalizations and acting are wonderful. However, this series may have run its course as the plot was thin and the book read as if its only purpose to introduce the bad guy who gets away in spectacular fashion. As native New Yorker, I'd prefer Stone and characters, in stories which center around Manhattan, its boroughs and New England.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 12, 2009

    OK Reading!

    This was a good read, not jump-up-and-down-fantastic, but OK. Typical storyline with typical characters, more advertures with Stone, Holly, Dino and Teddy. Would I read it again - No. But it was a good one timer. --K--

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 15, 2009

    Good reading to the end...

    Couldn't put it down.

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  • Posted March 6, 2009

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    I Also Recommend:

    Fast Moving Thriller

    Stuart Woods writes thrillers that are fast reads. This Stone Barrington Story takes place in the Caribbean. The story is a good mix of CIA spy suspense and fun in the sand. This is a great novel for travel to pass time in the airport, on the plane or on a train. It will hold your interest from cover-to-cover and entertain you.

    The story takes place on an island with a corrupt government that shakes down island businesses, including those owned by members of the parliment, for the financial benefit of the leader. The local police use interrogation techniques that would lead anyone to confess. If you're a fan of Stuart Woods you'll enjoy following your favorite characters and trying to figure out how they get out of this one. If you are new to Stuarts novels you'll certainly find your self looking forward to picking up another of his stories.

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  • Posted December 28, 2008

    a good book

    this book was amusing as well as thrilling, keep em coming Mr.Woods.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 28, 2008

    Not one of Woods' best....

    I became a big fan of Stuart Woods. Someone had given me Orchid Beach and I thoroughly enjoyed the book. In fact, I Xeroxed the page that listed all of his books and methodically read them in order because I had realized that there were recurring characters in his books. I thoroughly enjoyed his earlier books (except 'Under the Lake', which I hated). However, over the past several years, I have felt that his books have not been up to par. It seems as though he is mass producing and is more concerned with the volume of books he authors than their content.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 5, 2008

    Woods Is Mailing It In These Days

    I started reading Stuart Woods with New York Dead (the first Stone Barrington book) and then went back and read his earlier works. That's when Woods was a real author and his books had some depth and texture. Now they're all formula (commercially saleable formula). This latest effort is a re-tread of his last book featuring the ensemble cast of all his characters from all three series and Teddy Fey. How many more times will he tell the same story with a different locale?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 4, 2008

    I like to read well-written stories . . . .

    . . .but I am not sure this is one of them. I almost don't know what to say. I believe that Stuart Woods can write a decent crime drama, but I think he has proven over and over again that he does NOT know how to write about the dynamics between man and women. There was only one graphic sex scene in this book, but to compensate Woods had everyone running around on a nude beach a good deal of the time. I would like Stuart Woods to disprove the idea I have of him as only including women in his books for one reason, and one reason only.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 3, 2008

    Not Mr. Woods best work.

    I just finished the unabridged audio version of this book, and couldn't wait for it to end. Not because I was captivated by the story, but because none of the main characters, Stone, Holly, or Dino, were very interesting. I'm not a fan of Tony Roberts as a narrator, but I can't blame him for the lack of excitement in this book. The story was choppy in places, and just down right boning the rest of the time.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 23, 2007

    A reviewer

    I have read all of Woods'works but this was not up to his usual standards. A book with Stone, Holly & Dino should've been one of his best. I am really disappointed. A very weak effort.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 26, 2007

    A reviewer

    I have read all of Wood's books but found 'Shoot Him if He Runs' boring. Enough with the Teddy Fay character already. How about some new ideas, Stuart? None of the Holly Barker books have been very good. This book did not 'feel' like Woods wrote it...And there is more profanity and sex in this book than all the others he has written. It does not add anything, Stuart! Take us back to Ireland or the UK, Mr. Woods. You older books are 100 times better than the trash you have written lately.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 1, 2007

    one day to write ?

    I have enjoyed everything written by this author up until this. The usual interesting charachters are not involved enough. The plot and outcome are transparent and of no secret after the first few chapters. Perhaps Mr. Woods is going the way of the other successful mystery writers and is using a child, spouse or some other unheard of beginner to write his new books. If so the result is just as disappointing as with the other writers.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 28, 2007

    Fun in the sun

    Nothing too complicated here: Woods' popular characters Stone Barrington and Holly Barker return to chase waves, and one-time CIA operative-turned hired gun Teddy Fay on the Caribbean island of St. Marks. Woods lulls the reader with a relaxed, tropical vacation atmosphere, then turns up the heat when the local police chief is murdered. An enjoyable beach book that you could imagine Stone or Holly reading on the St. Marks sand.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 3, 2007

    Woods just need a few bucks,so he wrote a clunker.

    This book was no where near Woods' standard. To begin with it was confusing,so many character.A very confusing point to the storie.Also somewahat obsene in the words used. I have purchased all of his books and enjoyed them all This is his worst ever. I wonder if a ghost writer was involved? I certanily do not recommend this book.

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