Unleashed (Andy Carpenter Series #11)by David Rosenfelt
Andy Carpenter's accountant, Sam Willis, is stunned to receive a phone call out of the blue from Barry Price, a high school friend he hasn't spoken to in years, pleading for help with something too frightening to discuss on the phone. Barry needs Sam's financial acumen and lawyer Andy Carpenter's legal expertise—and he needs them immediately. But when Sam
Andy Carpenter's accountant, Sam Willis, is stunned to receive a phone call out of the blue from Barry Price, a high school friend he hasn't spoken to in years, pleading for help with something too frightening to discuss on the phone. Barry needs Sam's financial acumen and lawyer Andy Carpenter's legal expertise—and he needs them immediately. But when Sam almost runs over an injured dog lying in the road on the way to Barry's house, he can't drive off without waiting for help to arrive. By the time Sam makes it, Barry's already taken off on a private airplane headed who-knows-where.
Assuming their help is no longer needed, Sam and Andy turn their full attention to helping the dog Sam found recover from his injuries. Then they learn that Barry's plane has crashed, and they come to the terrifying realization that Sam was also supposed to have been killed on that plane. Barry was in far more serious trouble than either of them knew, and for Sam and Andy, the trouble is only beginning.
Unleashed, David Rosenfelt's next Andy Carpenter mystery, is a thrilling read, full of Rosenfelt's trademark clever plotting, humor, and engaging prose.
“Rosenfelt very well could be the funniest American author alive today…He's charming, likable, self-deprecating, self-aware and utterly hysterical.” Associated Press
“Rosenfelt demonstrates again that he's a master storyteller in this immensely enjoyable new Andy Carpenter novel. His writing is crisp, his plot unfolds at a rapid clip and his characters are people you'd like to hang out with. Surprises in the plot and gripping courtroom scenes make it difficult to put down.” RT Book Reviews (4 stars) on Unleashed
“Unlike Rosenfelt's supercharged stand-alones, books in the Andy Carpenter series are more leisurely, character-driven pleasures…Rosenfelt has had plenty of time to hone his protagonist's wiseass humor and refine his oddball cast, which, alongside millionaire defense attorney Carpenter, includes four octogenarian computer whizzes, a taciturn bodyguard, and a brainiac accountant. [An] entertaining caper.” Booklist on Unleashed
“A fun mystery…surprising enough that I gasped in public.” New Jersey Star Ledger on Leader of the Pack
“Andy is as effervescent as ever, and the courtroom byplay is consistently entertaining.” Kirkus Reviews on Leader of the Pack
“Rosenfelt walks a line between pulse-pounding suspense and laugh-out-loud humor…One of the best in the business.” Associated Press on One Dog Night
“A blessed anomaly in crime fiction . . . Rosenfelt peels back the layers of puzzlement ever so skillfully, tantalizing us throughout until, finally, both Andy and the reader are enlightened…A gem. ” Booklist (starred) on One Dog Night
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By David Rosenfelt
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The three vehicles provided a surprisingly stable ride. The countryside in this desolate area of the world was rugged, famously so, but the cars were all-terrain models and could handle much worse. Besides, the ride would last half an hour maximum, and the passengers were not exactly unfamiliar with hardship and Spartan conditions.
Altogether there were eight men in the cars, three in the one in front, three in back, and two in the center car. Seven of the eight men were of little consequence in the grand scheme of things; they were there as protectors for one of the men in the middle car.
His name was Aarif Sajadi, and he was the target.
The aircraft flew twenty-one thousand feet above them, and they could neither hear nor see it. There were no passengers on board the flight; there never were. No flight attendants, no carry-on baggage compartments, no tray tables to be stowed, not even any seats to be restored to their original upright positions.
The pilot, Sergeant Brian Cole, could see the cars clearly, but even if the men stopped, took out incredibly powerful telescopes, and peered upward, they could not have seen him. That's because they were in the mountainous region of Pakistan, near the Afghanistan border, and he was sitting in a room at MacDill Air Force Base in Florida, drinking coffee and nibbling on a blueberry muffin.
The aircraft that Cole was piloting was a MQ-1B Predator drone. Many people thought of drones almost as small model airplanes, carrying cameras and functioning as eyes in the skies. But this one was twentyseven feet long, had a wingspan of fifty-five feet, and weighed almost fifteen hundred pounds, including its two Hellfire missiles.
Cole was literally flying it with the use of a console and joystick, as if he were playing a video game. He tried to fully concentrate, as his training dictated, but it wasn't easy. He'd had a fight with his wife that morning before coming to work, and it was weighing on his mind. He thought maybe, when he was finished, that he should send her flowers.
Fortunately for Brian, though less so for the men in the cars, the Predator's MTS, or Multi-Spectral Targeting System, was doing most of the important work. Through the use of lasers, it had already homed in on the target and told the missiles where to go. All Cole would have to do was tell them when, by pressing a button.
At this point, the cars' passengers were lucky to be blissfully unaware. Were they suddenly to know of the aircraft and its intentions, there was nothing they could have done about it. The nearest cover was too far for them to reach in the little time available to them.
They were dead men driving.
Cole did not think much about the political or legal implications of what he was about to do. He knew he was functioning as part of the American government's strategy of targeted killings, and he certainly assumed that the target in this case was considered a terrorist bent on inflicting harm to the United States.
And that was absolutely true.
Cole was forever seeing claims in the media that the number-three person in the terrorist network had been killed; probably fifteen "number threes" had bitten the dust in the past year. Cole had no idea how many of those killings he had been responsible for, if any, but there was one thing he knew for sure: If he ever became a terrorist and reached number four in the chain of command, he wouldn't want to get promoted.
A final systems check was accomplished, Cole pressed the button, and the three cars, as well as their occupants, ceased to exist. For Cole, having been at this for a while, it was business as usual.
But what he did not know was that Aarif Sajadi was not like any other target. If Sajadi did not die instantly, then in his last moments he likely took some comfort in the fact that he had already plotted his revenge against his killers, halfway around the world.
His death did nothing to change that.
I, Andy Carpenter, am not often stunned. I'm a criminal defense attorney, and I've handled some high-profile cases with many twists and turns, so I've generally learned to go with the flow, to expect the unexpected.
I am therefore difficult to surprise, but at 7:34 P.M. on March 17, in my Paterson, New Jersey, office, I have just seen something that has left me shaken to the core.
I used to think of Edna as my secretary, until she informed me she was my "administrative assistant." Then, a couple of years ago, she self-elevated her status to "office manager." She most often "manages" the office from a remote location, since she works maybe one day a week.
Actually, I've overstated it. She comes in one day a week, but she gets almost no work done even then. Instead she endlessly does crossword puzzles and considers herself the best in the world at it. She also talks on the phone a great deal, mostly with her enormous extended family.
But to see her here in the evening, outside of business hours, is disorienting. Edna simply does not work overtime. She doesn't even work regular time.
In fact, it's more than disorienting; it's astonishing. It would be like walking into a bowling alley and seeing the queen of England throwing practice balls on lane fourteen. Yet here Edna is, hunched over her desk, writing on some papers, so engrossed that she barely looks up when I arrive.
With her is Sam Willis, my accountant, who has an office down the hall. He's sitting on a couch, but Edna's not paying any attention to him; she's too intent on what she's doing. Sam's the reason I'm here. He said he wanted to talk with me about something important.
"Hey, Sam ... Edna," I say, which is a witty opening conversational gambit I've recently come up with.
"Andy, thanks for coming in," Sam says, while Edna merely manages an "mmm," without looking up.
I tell Sam to come into my office so we can talk. Once we get in there, I close the door and say, "It's seven thirty, and Edna's here."
"So did we turn the clocks back or something, and I didn't realize it?"
He shakes his head. "No, but even that would be just an hour. She'd still be here late."
"I meant, did we turn the clocks back to 1978?"
"It's tournament time," he says. "She's been practicing."
"Aaahh." Suddenly it all makes sense. Edna has long been talking about entering a national crossword puzzle tournament, held once a year in Brooklyn. She's never actually entered, and I've always assumed it was due to some secret self-doubt about her prowess. But now she seems to be ready to throw her pencil in the ring.
"I don't think you're going to get much work out of her these next few weeks," Sam says.
"That's a shocker. What did you want to talk to me about?"
"Well, I think I may have a new client for you."
Sam says that with an expression and tone in his voice that indicate he thinks he is giving me good news. "Yippee skippee," I say.
I have a lot of money, many millions, some earned and more inherited. What I don't have is a desire to work. I'm not sure where I left it, but it's been missing for a while, and I haven't searched real hard.
Unfortunately, even though I don't seek clients, I seem to wind up with some, and long trials have often been the result. Working long trials is the only thing I dislike more than working short trials.
"You aren't interested in new clients?" Sam asks.
"What tipped you off?"
"Okay. Whatever you say." Sam seems rather chagrined at my reaction. He thought he was doing something good for a friend, and the friend just blew him off. I decide to soften the blow by acting half interested.
"What's the case? Maybe I can recommend someone."
He shrugs. "I'm not sure. I went to high school with this guy, Barry Price. Last time I had seen him was a couple of years ago, at the reunion. I think I told you about him; he's the guy who married my high school sweetheart, Denise."
"How come you didn't?"
"Believe it or not, I dumped her when I went off to college. Biggest mistake of my life."
"Sorry to hear that." Coming here is now showing signs of being one of the biggest mistakes of my life. This is already a long story, and Laurie Collins is waiting for me at home. That means that no matter what Sam was telling me, I'd want him to hurry the hell up.
"Anyway, he calls me the other day and invites me to a party at his house last night; you should see this place. I'm not sure why he invited me, but as I'm leaving, he asks if I can come back tonight, that he needs my help. He sounded a little worried about something, but he wouldn't tell me what. Then he asked if I still knew you."
"How did he know that?"
"I guess I mentioned you at the reunion, sort of name-dropping, you know? You're famous. He said he might want to hire you, and could I put the two of you together."
I've had a lot of high-profile cases over the years, many of which have been heavily covered in the media. But famous? Aww, shucks.
He continues. "He told me to pack a bag, that we'd be flying somewhere on his private plane. Barry's really rich, in case that changes your mind."
"Sorry, Sam. Not a chance."
"Really? I thought you might even come out there with me tonight."
I shake my head. "I'm retired."
I look at my watch and nod. "Effective seven forty-two P.M. But if you let me know what's going on, I'll recommend another lawyer."
"As good as you?" he asks.
"Don't be ridiculous."
Sam heads off to his friend's house, and I head home to Laurie. Edna remains at her desk, with no signs of leaving any time soon.
We have entered the bizarro world, where black is white, up is down, left is right, and Edna is in the office after five o'clock.
Like so many of these things, it began in a bar. Drew Keller was in the right place at the right time. And while an undercover cop's job was, in fact, to be in that right place at that right time, Drew had to admit to himself that this was more than a little lucky.
He was investigating a series of auto parts thefts in the Concord, New Hampshire, area, and had developed a relationship with a possible suspect whom he believed held some promise. The man's name was Rodney Larsen, and he was straight out of central casting for someone in Drew's line of work. Rodney was a walking undercover trifecta — stupid, talkative, and boastful.
Unfortunately, it's hard to reveal information that you don't have, and Drew was starting to believe that his instinct was wrong, that Rodney was a dry well when it came to the robberies.
And then he caught a possible break.
It took three nights and a whole bunch of beers, but Rodney said that his brother and another friend were going to "kill a big shot" and that he was a part of the team. He wouldn't say much more, but when Drew convinced him that he had access to high-tech weaponry and the willingness to use it, he was promised an invite to meet the others and possibly join the team.
So the plan was for them to come to the bar the next night to get to know Drew and see if he was suitable to sign up for whatever they had planned. He was there at midnight, and Rodney was waiting for him.
But the plan had changed.
Rodney's coconspirators had decided that they didn't think the meeting should be in public, so Rodney said that he and Drew were supposed to leave the bar and meet at their "place."
Because the original meeting was going to be in the public bar, Drew had not arranged for backup and surveillance. He was not comfortable heading into this situation, where he might be vulnerable, so he told Rodney that he would follow him in his car. That way he'd be able to call in for backup while he was on the way, and they could follow the GPS device that he would activate on his car.
But when they got to the parking lot, it all changed for the worse. Much worse. Rodney's brother Alex was waiting there, and he came up behind Drew and held a gun to his back. Then he took Drew's concealed weapon, forced him into Rodney's car, and they drove off together.
Drew was alone, and he was in trouble.
They drove to a service station about three miles away. The station was closed for the night, but the back room was open and occupied. Still at gunpoint, Drew was forced into that room, where two other men were waiting for them.
One of the men was Earl Raulston, the third member of the group. The other was a man the three conspirators knew only as Carter. They assumed it was a last name, but no one was really sure. What was obvious, however, even to Drew, was that Carter did not fit in with this crew and that he was in charge.
"Where is his gun?" were the first words out of Carter's mouth. Alex, obviously proud that he had been the one to confiscate it, rushed over to Carter to hand it to him. Carter looked in the chamber to confirm that it was loaded and then put it on the table.
"You are an undercover officer attempting to thwart our operation," Carter said.
"Hey, man, this is bullshit," was Drew's response. "Rodney here said there was some action to get in on, that's all. If you don't want me, that's cool."
Carter had no intention of arguing the point. Instead he took out his own gun and, without hesitating, shot Drew in the head, killing him instantly.
The others in the room were stunned, but no one was about to offer any criticism. "I knew he was dirty," Rodney said.
"This doesn't change anything, does it?" Alex asked.
"Actually, it changes everything," Carter said. He picked up Drew's gun from the desk, and in a devastatingly quick motion, shot the other three men with it.
He had the ability to have cleanly killed each with one bullet in the center of the forehead, but that's not how it would have gone down in a chaotic firefight. So now he fired more erratically, and in the case of Alex and Earl, used two shots to make the kill.
The three murders took fewer than five seconds, leaving Carter the only living person in the room. And he would be there for a while; this was a scene that would have to be choreographed.
What law enforcement would find would be implausible but not impossible. Which would be plenty good enough.
Sam Willis kept his glove compartment full. In addition to the registration, insurance card, and other documents that are found in most cars, he kept a substantial number of wrapped Weight Watchers Oatmeal Raisin Cookies. He found them surprisingly good, and even though they obviously weren't fattening, he was able to overcome that deficiency by inhaling up to ten at a time.
But when Sam was driving, the glove compartment was also an electronics warehouse. He kept his iPad, iPhone, and BlackBerry tucked away in there, which was essentially an act of self-preservation. Sam simply could not resist talking on the phone and texting while driving, so he protected himself from those unsafe activities by putting the devices out of reach.
That is why he had none of those distractions during his nighttime drive to Barry Price's house in Smoke Rise, New Jersey, about forty-five minutes from Paterson. Sam was cutting it pretty tight; with no traffic he'd get there at eight forty-five, which was when Barry told him to arrive.
Unfortunately, the forty-five-minute estimate did not take into account the accident on Route 23 that had traffic backed up for almost a mile. Sam's GPS, the one device that wasn't banished to the glove compartment, alerted him to the problem, and he got off the road to take back streets.
He found himself on a dark country road and basically had no idea where he was, but with his GPS he wasn't worried about getting lost. He was more concerned about being late and considered calling Barry, but that would have meant stopping to get the phone out, which would have just taken more time.
He heard the thump more than he felt it, but it jolted him. He had hit something, there was no question about that, but he had no idea what it was. It was most likely an animal, but in the darkness Sam couldn't be sure.
He had a momentary desire to just drive on, but he couldn't do it. He had to stop and find out what happened.
Sam pulled over but immediately realized that whatever he had hit was behind him, in an area where it was too dark for him to see. So he did a U-turn and crossed over to the other side of the road, angling the car so the headlights might light up the area he thought he needed to search.
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Meet the Author
DAVID ROSENFELT is the Edgar and Shamus Award-nominated author of five stand-alones, most recently Airtight, and ten previous Andy Carpenter novels, most recently Leader of the Pack. After years living in California, he and his wife moved to Maine with twenty-five dogs that they've rescued. Rosenfelt's hilarious account of this cross-country move, Dogtripping, is being published by St. Martin's Press in July 2013.
DAVID ROSENFELT is the Edgar-nominated and Shamus Award-winning author of seven stand-alone thrillers and thirteen Andy Carpenter novels, including Outfoxed. He and his wife live in Maine with their ever-changing pack of rescue dogs.
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I have read every Rosenfelt Andy Carpenter tale and the author never seems to run out of fresh ideas and intrigue to keep wisecracking Andy busy. This book is no exception. Andy is getting ready to see Laurie off for a trip to her hometown in Wisconsin when he is interupted by one of his law partners, Sam Willis. Sam was late for a meeting with his friend Barry because he accidently struck a dog (a golden retriever at that) on his way to Barry's house. Barry and Sam were supposed to take Barry's private plane to Maine. Barry was on a schedule and could not wait for Sam and left. It boded well for Sam as Barry's plane crashed killing Barry and had Sam not been late, he would have been on that plane too. It is later learned from the coroner that Barry was poisoned prior to crashing and the poison had incapacitated him probably causing the crash. Barry's wife Denise is the main suspect for administering the poison. Sam was very close to Denise, having been her high school sweetheart. Sam asks Andy to defend her and he grudgingly agrees. As Andy starts investigating leads, key witnesses seem to be murdered. The author keeps throwing out hints that this is all tied to a big terrorist plot. With mounting evidence pointing to Denise as Barry's murderer and no substantive proof for her defense she decides to blame Sam for Barry's murder and pretty soon Andy has to defend Sam for the murder. Rosenfelt does his usually masterful job keeping the story flowing and keeping the reader engaged as it seems that Andy is racing the clock to come up with something to keep Sam from spending a long time in jail. He also build up some of the newer characters (Hike, the Mandelbaums) while still needing some of the old favorites (Marcus) to not only does his investigation but to keep from being killed. He continues to write stories that can be read as one-offs that do not need to be read in any particular order so don't be intimidated if you haven't read any of the prior Andy Carpenter books.
David Rosenfelt is a master author. We, his fans don't want him to sleep believing he could write more quickly is he didn't snooze. Once you have enjoyed one of his books, you have to have more. I have already ordered his next book out in early 2014.
David Rosenfelt scores another win with "Unleashed"!! I love all of David's Andy Carpenter series. B&N is definitely the place to shop!!
I always enjoy Rosenfelt's books - especially the Andy Carpenter Series. Good basis for the story and always a little humor added.
David Rosenfelt mysteries are better each time. I have enjoyed all so far and am already looking forward to the next one. I highly recommend all of his books and this one is the best so far!!
An easy and funny read, but the ending was too out there and the sumamry was not even close to being believeable. ROSENFELT is still one of my favorites and I will read anything he writes, but he has done better. Keep teh Andy Carpenter books coming.
This is a good book to read when you need a smile...or a laugh.
I always look forward to what I think of as the 'Tara' books and this one did not disappoint. I really enjoyed it. I didn't have the formatting issue another reviewer mentioned.
Fun read, good plot with surprising twists and healthy doses of wry humor. Delightful character development
Cant stop reading these stories
Not very entertaining with few unexpected twists & turns. Author needs a new "formula"! by aj west
This is my first novel by the author and I was not disappointed. Good plot and suspenselful thriller. I will be buying more of his novels.
I am not sure what was the hype about. It is poorly written and childish, not to mention too short and kept jumping around.
Love Andy Carpenter!!!! He makes me laugh. A quick and intelligent read with great characters!
Enjoyed reading this book very much - great to live with Andy and Laurie and Sam and Tara again for a couple of days
Good story, enjoyed the plot twists and turns and characters. Not five stars because as a woman, I don't care for the main character's apparently superficial attitude towards his personal relationship with his girlfriend.
Another winner for David Rosenfelt
Have liked this series since it began. After I finish one, can hardly wait for his next one. Feel his books are a keeper and when I get done, loan them all out to friends. Have three people hooked on him. Great Humor, great plots and love the dogs thrown in also.
This is a poorly written book. The vocabulary and structure appear to be intended for 3d graders, and the characters are unlikeable idiots. Andy is a slacker buffoon who mostly can:t be bothered to work and pretends to love dogs, although he does virtually nothng for animals despite putting some money into a charity that plainly doesn't engage him. He is very one-dimensional; even his sports fandom doesn:t have the juice of a real fan. He also employs a scretary who rarely comes to work but when she does, does crossword puzzles. Yeah, fire her aready! I cannot understand how junk like this keeps getting published.
Andy Carpenter has had any number of bizarre cases, but none more out of the ordinary than the one in this novel. He represents not one client, but two, for the same murder. He becomes embroiled in a major terrorist plot. And loses witness after witness or potential informant in his defense of his clients, when each is murdered with a single bullet to his head. And, of course, a golden retriever (not Tara) plays a key role in the plot. It all begins when Andy’s accountant and computer guru (and expert hacker), Sam Willis, receives an unexpected telephone call from a high school friend asking him for help and possibly assistance from lawyer Carpenter. He asks him to join him on his airplane to discuss his problem privately, but on his way Sam accidentally hits a dog on a dark road, delaying his arrival. So he never makes the flight and his friend dies in a plane crash. Except it turns out he was poisoned with botulism. Sam begs Andy to represent the man’s wife, who is arrested for the murder of her husband, setting the stage for the usual trial highlight which is a feature of a novel in this series. But then things start to develop. In the middle of the trial, the wife tells the judge she had an affair with Sam and had told her attorney about the affair, and she thinks he may have murdered her husband. Investigation shows traces of botulism appear on Sam’s clothing and in his car, and he is arrested for the murder of his friend. Now two people are in jail for the same murder, and Andy, no longer defending the wife, now undertakes to defend Sam in an unusual manner while trying to solve the mystery of why Sam’s friend, as well as all the others, had been killed. I did not find this installment as amusing as others in the series, nor are the courtroom antics for which Andy is famous up to previous levels. “Unleashed” is a straightforward mystery. Not that there is anything wrong with this format. It’s just that I’ve come to expect the traditional approach to an Andy Carpenter novel, and I miss the quips and courtroom antics. Nevertheless, the novel is recommended.