BN.com Gift Guide

Third Rail: An Eddy Harkness Novel

( 10 )

Overview


"Third Rail gets off to a ripping start and never lets off the gas." —Jess Walter, author of Beautiful Ruins

At crime scenes, Eddy Harkness, the "Harvard Cop," is a human Ouija board, a brilliant young detective with a knack for finding the hidden something—cash, drugs, guns, bodies. Harkness's swift rise in an elite narcotics unit is derailed by the death of a young Red Sox fan in the chaos after a World Series win, a death some camera-phone-wielding witnesses believe he could...

See more details below
Hardcover
$17.10
BN.com price
(Save 25%)$23.00 List Price

Pick Up In Store

Reserve and pick up in 60 minutes at your local store

Other sellers (Hardcover)
  • All (23) from $1.99   
  • New (9) from $11.40   
  • Used (14) from $1.99   
Third Rail: An Eddy Harkness Novel

Available on NOOK devices and apps  
  • NOOK Devices
  • Samsung Galaxy Tab 4 NOOK 7.0
  • Samsung Galaxy Tab 4 NOOK 10.1
  • NOOK HD Tablet
  • NOOK HD+ Tablet
  • NOOK eReaders
  • 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 for Web

Want a NOOK? Explore Now

NOOK Book (eBook)
$12.99
BN.com price
(Save 43%)$23.00 List Price

Overview


"Third Rail gets off to a ripping start and never lets off the gas." —Jess Walter, author of Beautiful Ruins

At crime scenes, Eddy Harkness, the "Harvard Cop," is a human Ouija board, a brilliant young detective with a knack for finding the hidden something—cash, drugs, guns, bodies. Harkness's swift rise in an elite narcotics unit is derailed by the death of a young Red Sox fan in the chaos after a World Series win, a death some camera-phone-wielding witnesses believe he could have prevented. Scapegoated, Eddy is exiled to his hometown, Nagog, just outside Boston, where he empties parking meters and struggles to redeem his disgraced family name.

But one night Harkness’s police-issued Glock disappears. Harkness starts a search—just as a string of fatal accidents in Nagog lead him to uncover a dangerous new smart drug, Third Rail. With only a plastic gun to protect him, Harkness begins a high-stakes investigation that sends him into the darkest corners of the city.

One of the most electrifying thrillers you'll read this year, Third Rail takes you deep into a gritty world of wronged heroes, corrupt politicians, and sinister kingpins, where your friends can't be trusted, a sleepy town breeds deadly crimes, and nothing ever happens by accident.

Read More Show Less

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
★ 04/28/2014
Eddy Harkness, the hero of Flynn’s terrific debut, used to be a promising detective running the Boston PD’s Narco-Intel drug squad. But a camera caught him in an encounter with a drunken Red Sox fan after a World Series game that ended in the man’s death, and now Eddy is emptying parking meters in his hometown of Nagog, Mass. Even that job is in jeopardy after Eddy loses his gun during a night of partying. With impressive economy and stylish, sophisticated prose, Flynn, the pen name of Stona Fitch (Give + Take), fills in Eddy’s complex backstory (his family was torn apart by his father’s Bernie Madoff–type scandal) while keeping the main action (Eddy’s efforts to locate the missing weapon and return to Boston’s mean streets) moving briskly. In Nagog, Eddy uncovers a dangerous new drug called Third Rail—and, everywhere, he finds deep veins of corruption. In one haunting scene, Eddy notices rats “stopping to nose garbage, sniffing the burgeoning decay, then moving on to search for fresh rot.” Readers will want to see more of Flynn’s gritty Boston—and Eddy Harkness. Agent: Dan Conaway: Writers House. (June)
From the Publisher

"Already compelling plot-wise, Third Rail also glows with the kind of sawdust-dry humor regarding Beantown, cops, and the darkest of urban underbellies that you might find at 3 a.m. in the back booth of a backstreet bar…With its gaggle of crazy-yet-riveting characters, its spare approach and its unflagging action, Third Rail, the first in a promised series of Eddy Harkness novels, adds yet another striking feather to [Rory Flynn]’s impressively-crowded cap." —Boston Globe

"Third Rail gets off to a ripping start and never lets off the gas. Rory Flynn is a suspense writer to watch." —Jess Walter, author of the bestselling Beautiful Ruins

Third Rail is an adrenaline-soaked tale of political corruption and personal redemption that never lets up. Eddy Harkness, the self-destructive Massachusetts narcotics detective at the novel’s center, is a worthy successor to Robert B. Parker’s Jesse Stone.” —Sean Chercover,  author of the bestselling The Trinity Game

"Third Rail is driven equally by character and plot. Harkness's Nagog is faintly reminiscent ofFargo (the film or television series, take your pick). It is populated by quirky characters, some of whom are dangerous to others, others who are dangerous only to themselves." —Book Reporter

"Terrific debut...impressive economy and stylish, sophisticated prose...Readers will want to see more of Flynn’s gritty Boston—and Eddy Harkness." —Publishers Weekly, boxed and starred

"The start to a successful crime writing career." —Library Journal

From the Publisher
"Third Rail gets off to a ripping start and never lets off the gas. Rory Flynn is a suspense writer to watch."—Jess Walter

"Third Rail is an adrenaline-soaked tale of political corruption and personal redemption that never lets up. Eddy Harkness, the self-destructive Massachusetts narcotics detective at the novel’s center, is a worthy successor to Robert B. Parker’s Jesse Stone."—-Sean Chercover, author of The Trinity Game

Kirkus Reviews
2014-05-07
A second-generation cop banished from Boston to his little hometown seeks a comeback by tangling with a world-class designer drug.Meet Third Rail, aka Thrilla, Mindfuck and ADA. It lifts you up, irons out your problems and revises your past mistakes so they're actually empowering. You can see why everyone in Nagog, Massachusetts, would want it and why Mr. Mach, lord of the Zero Room, and his street-level associate Declan Nevis would be happy to supply it. There is a downside, though. Third Rail makes you feel so invincible that one apparent user, financier Robert Hammond, fatally crashes his car while he's under the influence, and another, high school student Kelly Pierce, caps her doomed masquerade as a track star by running into a tree. Luckily for Nagog, but not so luckily for himself, Officer Edward Harkness is on hand, emptying parking meters ever since an accidental death in Boston stopped his career there dead in its tracks. Harkness thinks he's hit bottom, but in fact, his slide has hardly begun. It continues when he takes up with artist/bartender Thalia Havoc, loses the Glock that's been issued to him, duels repeatedly with his nemesis, Sgt. Dabilis, and attends the funeral of Capt. William Munro, the Nagog cop who's always been another father to him. How can Harkness retrieve his weapon without tipping off his superiors that it's gone, and what will he do with it once he's got it again?If you think this story sounds familiar, you're right. Flynn's glum debut is so intent on sketching in his depressive hero that it never gives him much of a mystery to solve or explains why two different women—hard-living Thalia and baker Candace Hammond—would be so interested in him.
Library Journal
05/01/2014
Eddy Harkness, a disgraced ex-Boston PD narcotics detective, is now a cop emptying parking meters in the quaint community of Nagog, MA. After a night of heavy drinking in Zero Room, a sleazy Boston joint he raided years before, Harkness wakes up to find his gun missing. Already the butt of jokes, he hides this loss by buying a toy gun. While emptying meters, he witnesses a local businessman fatally smash his car into a historical monument. Drugs are found in the car, and Harkness gets the OK from the Nagog police commissioner to secretly investigate. The drug, Third Rail, is new, powerful, and expensive. Harkness learns it is manufactured locally. He also uncovers a Boston mayoral candidate's connections to organized crime figures Whitey Bulger and Mach, the gangster owner of Zero Room. Things heat up and bodies turn up in this high-powered police thriller. VERDICT Many plot points in Flynn's first crime novel seem contrived. However, unconventional, down-on-his-luck cop Harkness is a solid character, and the Boston area always makes a vivid mystery setting. There is a lot of action. Some strong secondary characters just might make this new series take off. [Rory Flynn is the pen name of indie publisher Concord Free Press founder and publisher Stona Fitch.—Ed.]—Edward Goldberg, Syosset P.L., NY
Read More Show Less

Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780544226272
  • Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • Publication date: 6/10/2014
  • Pages: 224
  • Sales rank: 282,063
  • Product dimensions: 6.30 (w) x 9.10 (h) x 1.00 (d)

Meet the Author

RORY FLYNN lives in Boston, Massachusetts. Third Rail is his first crime novel.

Read More Show Less

Read an Excerpt


On the Pike

When the first headlights burn in the distance, Harkness shoves the wire cutters in his back pocket, climbs through the fresh hole in the chain-link fence, and scrambles down the gravel embankment. He pulls on a Red Sox jacket to hide his uniform and finds his place in the center of the road like a pitcher taking the mound—focused and ready for tonight’s game. His departmental counselor would see this late-night return to the scene of the incident as proof of risk-seeking tendencies. His brother George would just shake his head and tell him to get over it and move on. Thalia would tell him to have another drink. But they aren’t here. Only Officer Edward Harkness, formerly of the Boston Police Department, stands on the Turnpike, ready to see if a stranger in a car will kill him.
   The first contender appears, a white BMW that takes the curve at Kenmore Square and races toward Harkness. The roar grows louder and echoes from the cement walls of the Pike. At twenty yards, the headlights set his Red Sox disguise aglow.
   Harkness runs west toward the car. No dodging. Stay on the line. These are the rules of engagement tonight.
   The BMW hurtles closer and the driver hits the horn. Breath steaming in the cool night air, Harkness runs down the yellow line. The horn screams and the car swerves so close that Harkness could reach out and touch the doors as it flies past, its slipstream spinning Harkness to the ground. The driver lays on the horn, the note bending lower as the car speeds away.
   “One down,” Harkness whispers. His palms scrape in the grit as he stumbles to his feet and turns to watch the red taillights smearing toward South Station.
   When Pauley Fitzgerald stood here exactly a year ago, the highway was crowded with Sox fans driving home. In the blurry security video, he leaps across the lanes, pivots sideways, ricochets from one lane to the next, and somersaults over moving cars. More than three million people had watched Turnpike Toreador the last time Harkness checked YouTube, staring in sick fascination as Pauley Fitz dropped, danced, and died. After it was all over, the Staties couldn’t even find his teeth.
   Harkness runs down the empty highway as the white eyes of new headlights race toward him.

1

An hour and three drinks into his latest visit to Mr. Mach’s Zero Room, Harkness still can’t escape the roaring Turnpike. It’s asking a lot of a four-dollar whiskey special. He stares across the bar and wonders how he ended up here with the drunken secretaries, hipsters slumming it, and Joseph “Joey Ink” Incagnoli, an ancient North End felon drinking Cynar and soda and reading the Herald in a corner booth. It’s not a hard question. Almost everyone in Boston knows the answer.
   Thalia nudges his shoulder as she walks past. “Too much thinking, champ.”
   He looks up. “Can’t help it.”
   “Turnpike Toreador?”
   He nods.
   Thalia shuts her eyes. “Forget. Him.”
   “First anniversary.”
   “Of what?”
   “You know.”
   “Accidents happen every day. Let it go, Eddy. Really.”
   The restaurant flickers, orange as a broiler. The drinkers at the bar, the couples eating bowls of phô at the half-empty tables beyond the murky fish tank that divides the bar from the restaurant—they’re all staring.
   Harkness blinks. “What’re they looking at?”
   “Our customers don’t tend to like cops, Eddy.”
   “I’m off duty.”
   “I still don’t think it was such a good idea to wear your uniform,” Thalia says.
   “Didn’t have time to change after work.” His dark green Nagog Police uniform makes Harkness look more like a forest ranger than a cop.
   “What time’d your shift end?”
   “Nine,” he says.
   “Where’ve you been?”
   “Playing in traffic.”
   She shakes her head. “Not supposed to do that. Didn’t your mother tell you?”
   “Can’t help it.” The room spins a little and Harkness shuts his eyes for a moment to slow it. “It’s just too much fun.”
   “Count your blessings, Eddy. Be glad it wasn’t you who ended up dead.”
   “Maybe it was.”
   “Shut the fuck up.” Thalia leans closer. “That’s bullshit and you know it. You know, you really should drink more. Works for me when there’s something I need to chase out of my head.”
   “Like what?”
   “Like my week in lockup before Mach’s lawyer bailed me out.”
   “Told you before . . .” Harkness says, “I was just doing my job.”
   “And now I’m doing mine.” Thalia fills his glass with whiskey and moves on.

***

 
After the beat cops cuffed Thalia and the other bartenders, they dragged them out of the Zero Room and into a van bound for Central Processing. Half were illegals; most of the rest had priors and outstanding warrants or drugs in their underwear or stuck in the toes of their Chuck Taylors. Only Thalia was clean. They locked eyes for a moment when Harkness walked in, wondering what a red-haired art girl in black jeans and a vintage Sonic Youth T-shirt was doing tending bar in a dump like the Zero Room. But he wasn’t at Mr. Mach’s to make new friends.
   The Boston cops from District A-1 had raided the place and called in Narco-Intel when they couldn’t find what they were after. Harkness walked through the bar, getting a read on it. He started at the cash register. Mach seemed organized, the kind of guy who kept his valuables together—keys and cell phone, wallet and Ray-Bans, drugs and money. Harkness trailed his fingers along the red leather barstools and set them spinning.
   The stool closest to the register was scuffed with tiny white scratches, almost invisible in the dark bar. Harkness jumped up on it, boots scraping the leather, and pushed up a stained ceiling tile.
   A BPD lifer named O’Rourke pointed his flashlight up into the ceiling to reveal wires and a metal duct.
   “Thanks for finding the ventilation system,” Sergeant O’Rourke said. “Was getting kind of toasty in here.”
   Harkness held up his right hand to quiet the smart-ass, then let it move toward the duct like a dowsing rod, his fingers running along the cool aluminum until they found the smudged edge. He peeled back a piece of silver tape, then ripped the metal duct open—a little at first, then more, until the flashlight revealed dozens of foil-wrapped bricks.
   O’Rourke’s eyes popped open. “Holy crap.”
   At a sidewalk shooting in Dorchester or a drug dealer’s triple-decker in Mission Hill, Harkness could find the drugs, guns, money, shell casings, and tossed cell phones. It wasn’t supernatural. Harkness didn’t need any help from the spirit world.
   From where he sits, a few barstools to the right, Harkness can still see the stained tile that once hid ten kilos of cocaine. But there’s nothing to find up there now. After two years in Walpole, his sentence reduced by ratting out his supplier, Mr. Mach’s done with drugs, Thalia says.
   He’s moved on to something worse.

***

 
“Hey!” Thalia’s waving her hand in front of his face. “You okay?”
   “Peachy.” Harkness stands but the room starts to twist, and he sinks back down on his barstool.
   “Everything okay?” Mr. Mach appears behind the bar beaming like a good citizen of Chinatown, the kind who funds scholarships and builds parks.
   “Sure.” Thalia gives a frozen smile.
   “Like her?” Mr. Mach asks Harkness, as if Thalia’s invisible. “Think she might make a good girlfriend?”
   “I do,” he says.
   “My best waitress ever. So sorry to see her go.” Mach smiles, teeth yellow as old dominos. With his shiny black hair combed back and his crisp blue suit, he looks handsome and presidential. Harkness can picture his face on a cheap coin.
   “No way.” Thalia throws a bar rag on the floor with a wet slap loud enough to stir even the deepest drinkers.
   “Had enough. No more cop friends here.” Mach points at Harkness. “Especially this one. Very bad luck.”
   “He was just leaving,” Thalia says.
   “You leave, too.” Mach points at the door. “Get out. Now.”
   Thalia stares at her boss for a moment. She’s a tough girl from Worcester, her sharp edges even sharper after years working in one of Chinatown’s last dive bars. But there’s no negotiating with Mr. Mach.
   Thalia grabs her leather jacket and cigarettes. She raises the hinged wooden section of the bar, walks through, and lets it slam down behind her with a loud crack. Everyone in the Zero Room turns to watch another late-night drama unfold under the neon.
   “Come on, Eddy,” she says. “Let’s get out of this shithole.”
   As they walk across a galaxy of cigarette burns and carpet stains, Harkness waves at the roomful of night creatures like a celebutard taking a star turn. Because that’s what he’s become.
   Harkness turns at the door. “Hey, Mach. Can I see your special menu?” He points to the end of the bar, where creeps in suits leaf through thick black binders.
   Mach shows his bad teeth and stabs the air with his finger. “Special menu is for people who don’t have girlfriends.” Then he points at Thalia. “You get sick of her, bring her back. Then you see special menu.”
 
“Thanks for getting me fired,” Thalia says when they’re on the street.
   “Sorry.” Harkness pulls his Sox jacket over his uniform and looks up at the spinning stars. “He’ll rehire you. Likes you.”
   Thalia shakes her head. “The guy’s a psycho. I’m sick of his shit.”
   They walk down Beach Street past closed restaurants, windows jammed with faded lunch menus and deflated Peking ducks hanging from greasy hooks.
   “What the hell was his problem tonight?”
   “No idea,” Thalia says.
   “Why’d he fire you?”
   “Because he thinks I’m your girlfriend now, remember?”
   “Maybe you are.”
   “For five hundred bucks, you could spend the night with your very own underage Thai girl,” Thalia says. “Don’t forget—virgins cost extra.”
   “I don’t have that kind of money anymore.”
   Thalia kicks Harkness.
   “I mean, no thanks.” Harkness imagines the warren of rooms facing the street—stained futons, sweet stink of rancid sesame oil, padlocks on the doors, the giant red 0 of the Zero Room’s sputtering neon sign glowing through a grid of chicken wire. “Soon as I’m back in Boston,” he says, “I’ll make sure Mach gets brought down again. For good, this time.”
   “You sure about that?”
   “Absolutely. Second time’s the charm.”
   “That’s great.” Thalia puts out her hand. “But tonight I’m driving, champ. You’re kind of drunk.”
   Harkness drops the keys in her palm. “Don’t smash it up, girlfriend.”

Read More Show Less

Customer Reviews

Average Rating 3.5
( 10 )
Rating Distribution

5 Star

(2)

4 Star

(3)

3 Star

(4)

2 Star

(1)

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 all of 10 Customer Reviews
  • Posted June 9, 2014

    The author¿s publishing house, Houghten Mifflin Harcourt, ga





    The author’s publishing house, Houghten Mifflin Harcourt, gave me a copy of this book in exchange for my review. I received this book as an uncorrected Advance Reader’s Copy. Content may have changed between the version I received and date of publication.








    Eddy is kind of sinking into himself when his gun goes missing. Not a good mark on the balance sheet for a man who is being scouted to one day go back to his old unit of Narco-intel in Boston. Society bothers Harkness, suburbia bothers Harkness and he’s not prepared to think the best of anyone and nor, we learn, should he when one of Nagog’s upper tier citizens crashes into a statue while high on the new wonder drug. As annoyed as he is by most things, the most important thing to Harkness is making it back to his old unit. Flynn peppers Eddy’s narrative with flashbacks and personal reflections to show us how far he rose and the distance he had to fall. On Page 28 he mentally begs whoever took his gun not to use it to kill anyone. He would be done and knows it and that sense of passion for something humanizes a man who would be a complete jackass otherwise. We may not cheer for him but we’re locked into who he is as a character.




    “Third Rail” is a truly dark story. I am not a fan of present tense in story telling but for Flynn’s story it works. Flynn brings readers into the moment so that the desperation, emotion and shock of the main character shows a dark but human side where Harkness might be unrealistically too jaded and cool. Harkness, in the absence of his Glock, is carrying a plastic gun and in witnessing an accident and on page 40 he thinks of how easy it would be to take the drivers gun and cover the loss of his own if only it looked like a Glock. He looks for the loopholes and beyond the purpose of the case we know that Harkness is driven by his greater purpose. 




    “Third Rail” is a beautifully dark story set in a gritty and dangerous visually compelling world. If you like noir hardboiled fiction like that written by Dashiell Hammet and JD Rhoades, you will love Rory Flynn’s “Third Rail.”

    5 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted July 11, 2014

    Recommended

    I enjoyed this book & I would like to read others by this author.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted June 24, 2014

    Just finished the nook version and it was very good. Held my att

    Just finished the nook version and it was very good. Held my attention throughout . Recommend it if you live in Boston area especially. 

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted June 12, 2014

    Pretty good book - a little too 'formula' cops yarn, but still i

    Pretty good book - a little too 'formula' cops yarn, but still interesting.  Would be interested in seeing the next one.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted June 11, 2014

    Narcotics lost gun city corruption and a four star oh my another

    Honest review for a free book. It is a formatic unpleasant mish mash if it was a fast food would be limp cold greasy fries with a warm flat diet soda a four or five star for a free book review is a warning to the buyer to get sample or borrow not a keeper pagecounter@sparta

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted June 14, 2014

    Aido

    Yeah

    1 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted June 14, 2014

    Ally

    Oh cool.

    1 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted June 13, 2014

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted June 22, 2014

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted June 11, 2014

    No text was provided for this review.

Sort by: Showing all of 10 Customer Reviews

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