Troubleshooter

Troubleshooter

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by Gregg Hurwitz, Erik Steele
     
 

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"This book features deputy U.S. Marshal Tim Rackley - a lawman driven by honor, morality, and a thirst for justice." "The leader of one of the country's most violent biker gangs, Den Laurey should have been behind bars. But thanks to a daring escape on an L.A. freeway, several deputy marshals are dead and Laurey is riding free. Rackley, back on the Service's warrant… See more details below

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"This book features deputy U.S. Marshal Tim Rackley - a lawman driven by honor, morality, and a thirst for justice." "The leader of one of the country's most violent biker gangs, Den Laurey should have been behind bars. But thanks to a daring escape on an L.A. freeway, several deputy marshals are dead and Laurey is riding free. Rackley, back on the Service's warrant squad, is in hot pursuit of the outlaw and his ruthless gang - with a media whirlwind and the entire Los Angeles law-enforcement community driving him." Just when Laurey is within his grasp, circumstances force Rackley to let him go - with devastating results. A few miles up the road, a sheriff's deputy is attacked: Tim's pregnant wife, Dray. Driven by guilt, Tim vows to hunt Laurey down - a search that will lead him into a dark world of deception and lies, a world of criminals and undercover cops, drugs and mutilation. And the key to the violent puzzle lies in the discarded corpses of women - women for whom Tim must seek justice when no one else will. With the stakes rising, Tim must unravel a horrifying secret and confront a deadly terror that reaches from the back alleys of Mexico to the poppy fields of Afghanistan ... and threatens to explode on the dark streets of L.A.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
U.S. Marshal Tim Rackley, nicknamed "Troubleshooter" because he's usually in trouble and he shoots a lot of people, is back on the job after breaking up a mind-control cult in his second Hurwitz outing, The Program. Biker gang the Laughing Sinners kills a couple of Rackley's friends while busting them out of U.S. marshall custody, then go on a rampage and massacre 37 of their rivals in preparation for a drug deal involving a powerful new form of liquid heroin called "Allah's Tears." Readers will feel a lurch of unease early on when informed that Rackley's deputy sheriff wife, Dray, is eight month's pregnant. Rackley is still suffering from the loss (in The Kill Clause) of his daughter, Ginny, so when Dray tangles with the gang he comes close to losing it and screwing up the case. Hurwitz is a rock-solid writer, researcher and plotter, and readers will find him in top form putting Rackley through his procedural paces as he slowly closes in on and shuts down the spectacularly evil Laughing Sinners. Agent, Matthew Guma at Inkwell Management. (Sept. 1) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
The leader of a vicious biker gang is on the run, and U.S. Marshall Tom Rackley is after him. With a four-city tour. Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Rackley rides again (The Kill Clause, 2003, etc.) in a first-rate thriller about bikers gone bad. Bikers are not all bad. In fact, 99% are unreservedly law-abiding, reasonably respectable-in short, pussycats miscast as villains. It's the remaining 1% who mix menace with their big machines and-whether from drugs, prostitution or highway robbery-derive plunder as they thunder. One-percenters, they call themselves defiantly. Among these it's entirely possible the Laughing Sinners are the nastiest who ever threw a leg over a Hog. Which makes Sinner president Den Laurey a piece of work only monsters could love. And they do. As he is being driven by armed guards to the federal penitentiary, a covey of his fellow Sinners plan a daring ambush to rescue their leader. It works-Laurey is sprung, two U.S. deputy marshals are killed. "Get Rackley," says boss Marshall Tannino, both enraged and beset as media pressure begins building almost at once. Deputy Rackley hates bad guys out of long-held conviction. Laurey provides him with a reason: He guns down Rackley's pregnant wife, a deputy sheriff who makes the serious mistake of attempting to recapture Laurey single-handedly. Hospitalized, comatose, she and her baby cling to life while Rackley, duty-bound, intensifies the chase. Clever and ambitious as he is brutal and corrupt, Laurey has his Sinners deeply involved in a multinational, multimillion dollar drug-smuggling scheme with links to Islamic terrorists. Competently written and plotted, but it's the righteously resolute Rackley you pay your money for, and he doesn't disappoint.
Janet Evanovich
“A white–knuckle journey…A compelling, riveting, dead–smart thriller…If you haven’t discovered Gregg Hurwitz yet, get to a bookstore!”
Book Browser
“Compelling…Gregg Hurwitz is the heir apparent to Robin Cook.”
People
“THE KILL CLAUSE is like a literary Law & Order, without the commercials. Bottom Line: Killer read.”
Booklist
“Enticing…a smoothly written, gripping fabric of believable incidents, ethical questions and changing relationships.”
Washington Post
“Likable and sympathetic…Hurwitz’ hero is fully realized…A shadowy operative named Ed Pinkerton is the most intriguing character in the book.”
Chicago Sun-Times
“Fascinating…intriguing…Filled with well-drawn characters, meticulous research and pulse-pounding action…easily one of the best thrillers of the year.”
Capital Times
“A cut above the usual thriller, with a cast of intriguing and complex characters who never fall into stereotype.”
Mystery News
“Hurwitz again shows that he is a remarkable crime fiction writer, a solid member of the genre’s top echelon”
Capers & Crimes Cozies
“Engaging…Spier is an appealing character…Gregg Andrew Hurwitz can write. He has a bright future ahead of him.”
James Patterson
“Tough, true, well–written, and memorable as Hell. Dray and Tim Rackley are uniquely believable and sympathetic heroes.”
Ridley Pearson
“Gregg Hurwitz handcuffs you to his story and holds your emotions hostage. Once you enter THE PROGRAM, there’s no leaving.”
Stephen J. Cannell
“A rip–roaring thrill ride… A stick to your fingers read by a novelist at the top of his game.”
People Magazine
"THE KILL CLAUSE is like a literary Law & Order, without the commercials. Bottom Line: Killer read."
Joe R. Lansdale
“THE KILL CLAUSE is a white knuckle thriller of the first order. Smart, with a little twist of the wicked.”
Sue Grafton
“…the perfect blend of suspense, pacing, strong storyline, compelling characters, and a villain who will knock your socks off.”
Jonathan Kellerman
“…a terrifying and savage descent into the darkest corners of evil and madness.”
T. Jefferson Parker
“…a spooky, surprising and unsettling thriller. Good character, a suspenseful plot and a shock of an ending.”
Michael Connelly
“…a gripping page–turner…that sticks in mind long after the last page is turned.”

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Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780792737681
Publisher:
AudioGO
Publication date:
10/28/2005
Product dimensions:
5.23(w) x 8.80(h) x 2.37(d)

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Troubleshooter


By Gregg Hurwitz

HarperCollins Publishers, Inc.

Copyright © 2006 Gregg Hurwitz
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0060731451

Chapter One

Den Laurey strained against the cuffs so his shoulders bulged under his jailhouse blues, sending ripples through the FTW tattooed above his collarbone. An amused smile, all gums at the corners, rode high on his face. In an additional security measure, the chain of his leg restraint had been knotted, narrowing the space between his ankles. Kaner sat beside him on the transport's bench seat, stooped so his head wouldn't strike the roof during freeway turbulence. Because he was too broad for his wrists to meet behind his back, Kaner's arms were secured with two sets of handcuffs linked together. A onetime sparring partner to Tyson -- in prison -- he'd snapped more than one set of cuff chains, so a second pair of restraints secured him at the forearms. Beneath a wild man's spray of black hair, a 22 tat on the back of his neck advertised his previous stint in the pen. Kaner had a broad, coarse face and prominent earlobes, fleshy tags that lay dimpled against his skull.

Den, president of the Laughing Sinners nomad chapter, and Kaner, the biker gang's national enforcer, were being driven under heavy guard directly from sentencing to San Bernardino County Jail, where they'd await Con Air transport to a federal penitentiary. They'd been convicted of the torture-killingof three members of the Cholos, in retaliation for the shooting of a Sinner. Den, renowned for his knife skills, had severed the victims' heads with surgical precision and set them in their laps. For good measure he'd removed their hearts and left them on the Cholos' clubhouse doorstep. The gesture marked another leap in the escalation between the Sinners and Cholos, a broad-ranging turf war for control over key arteries of Southern California's drug trafficking network.

Deputy U.S. Marshal Hank Mancone, a fixture behind the wheel of the transport van, was the only nonprisoner in the three-vehicle convoy not a member of the Service's Arrest Response Team. Frankie Palton in the passenger's seat, the four deputy marshals in the armored Suburban behind them, and the two in the advance vehicle five miles up the road were all part of the district's ART squad, called in for tactical strikes and high-risk transports. Mancone was a deputy as well, but given his retirement age and contentment in grousing about his narrow bailiwick, he had little interest in the ARTists aside from giving them the occasional lift.

Palton pivoted in his seat, meeting Den's shit-eating grin through the steel security screen. "Nice tats."

"You can take our clothes, but you can't take our colors."

"What's 'FTW' stand for?"

"Fuck the World."

"We keep having these Hallmark moments, I might get dewy-eyed."

The radio crackled in from the chase car. Jim Denley -- Palton's partner: "Eyes up on your right. We got some more bikers coming on."

Palton looked in the sideview. Two bikers rattled past, double-parking, their mamas reclining against sissy bars and offering the deputies languorous waves. Another three bikers zipped by on the right, flying colors, filthy club logos flapping on the backs of their leather jackets.

Mancone's grip on the steering wheel eased once the whine of the Harleys faded. "What's with all the bikers?"

"Relax, lawman," Den said. "It's the season. You got your Love Ride in Glendale, the Long Beach Swap, San Dog Run, Left Coast Rally in Truckee, Big Bear Ride, Mid-State Holiday Hog Run in Paso Robles, Squaw Rock Run, Desert Whirlybird Meet." His smirk bounced into sight in the rearview mirror. "All the wannabes on the move."

Kaner's three-pack-a-day voice emerged from the tangle of hair down over his face. "I'll still take it over you citizens driving around in your cages."

"Hear that, Mancone?" Palton said. "We got nothing to worry about. Just wannabes. And to think I was carrying this gun for no good reason."

Den said, "You want to get your shorts twisted over some weekend warriors, be my guest."

From the chase car: "Shit. Greaseball alert number two."

Two streams of bikers throttled by on either side of the van, their top rockers -- the strips of stitched leather cresting the jackets' logos -- announcing them as Cholos. Their bottom rockers showed their mother-chapter affiliation: PALMDALE. A few minutes later, a beefy biker rolled past and did a double take at the prisoners. When he lingered to gloat and flip them a middle finger, Palton raised the stock of his MP5 into view. The Cholo opened the throttle, ponytail flicking, and his bottom rocker came visible: NOMAD.

Den laughed, scratching his cheek with a swipe of his shoulder. "Good ol' Meat Marquez. Now that his nomad buddies met their untimely demise, poor spic's gotta ride all by his lonesome."

They came around a bend in the 10 and were greeted by hundreds of brake lights. As Mancone cursed and slowed to a crawl, Palton got the advance car on the air. "What's with the traffic?"

"What traffic? We sailed through."

"Accident?" "Probably, but stay alert. We'll exit and wait."

Once traffic ground to a standstill, a biker wearing a duster pulled a few lengths ahead of them, stopping where the space between idling cars narrowed. He was low in the seat, pint-size but exuding attitude. He turned and looked back, the van reflected in the silver blade of the helmet's faceplate. The distinctive Indian logo identified the motorcycle frame's maker, but the rest of the sleek bike seemed to be custom-built. It sported a leather saddlebag on the left side, but its mate was missing on the right. The biker revved the engine, giving voice to 1,200 cubic centimeters of rage.

Jim's voice came through the radio again, and Palton replied, "Yeah, we got him. Looks to be unaffiliated -- he's not flying colors."

A Harley white-lined through the traffic jam, easing up past the right side of the Suburban and van. The helmeted rider paused a few feet back from the other biker, across the lane, idling.

Hands tensing around his weapon, Palton checked the side mirror. Jim had the stock of his MP5 against his shoulder, ready to be raised. Something was lying on the ground under the Suburban at the front left tire. Palton clicked the rear view controls, centering the object in the mirror.

Continues...


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What People are saying about this

Sue Grafton
“…the perfect blend of suspense, pacing, strong storyline, compelling characters, and a villain who will knock your socks off.”
James Patterson
“Tough, true, wellwritten, and memorable as Hell. Dray and Tim Rackley are uniquely believable and sympathetic heroes.”
Jonathan Kellerman
“…a terrifying and savage descent into the darkest corners of evil and madness.”
Ridley Pearson
“Gregg Hurwitz handcuffs you to his story and holds your emotions hostage. Once you enter THE PROGRAM, there’s no leaving.”
Joe R. Lansdale
“THE KILL CLAUSE is a white knuckle thriller of the first order. Smart, with a little twist of the wicked.”
Michael Connelly
“…a gripping page-turner…that sticks in mind long after the last page is turned.”
T. Jefferson Parker
“…a spooky, surprising and unsettling thriller. Good character, a suspenseful plot and a shock of an ending.”
Stephen J. Cannell
“A riproaring thrill ride… A stick to your fingers read by a novelist at the top of his game.”

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