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Overview

Welcome to the Custer Hill Club - a men's club set in an Adirondack hunting lodge whose members include some of America's most powerful business leaders, military men, and government officials. Ostensibly, the club is a place to relax with old friends. But one fall weekend, the club's Executive Board gathers to talk about 9/11 - and finalize a retaliation plan, known only by its code name: WILD FIRE

That same weekend, a member of the Federal Anti-Terrorist Task Force is found dead. Soon it's up to Detective John Corey and his wife, FBI Agent Kate Mayfield, to unravel a plot that starts with the Custer Hill Club and ends with American cities locked in the crosshairs of a nuclear device. Only Corey and Mayfield can stop the button from being pushed, and global chaos from being unleashed...

More chilling than yesterday's headlines and as prophetic as tomorrow's, Wild Fire will challenge you to question everything you thought you knew about your leaders and your country while thrilling you with suspense that builds with every page.

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Excitement bristles in this unconventional terrorism thriller. The enemy that ex-NYPD detective John Corey must confront isn't an Islamic jihadist; it's a new-millennium Dr. Strangelove plotting to unleash all-out war against the Middle East by detonating a powerful nuke on American soil. With this nihilistic gambit threatening the whole world, Corey must work at triple speed to defuse it. Terrifyingly plausible; nonstop action.
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New York City police detective– turned–terrorist hunter John Corey and his FBI agent wife, Kate, head to the Adirondacks to investigate the murder of a fellow agent and, not coincidentally, to stop a right-wing madman from nuking two major American cities and starting World War III. In previous adventures, Corey has been a welcome reminder of the wise-cracking hard-boiled heroes of yore. Here he dances close enough to the edge of self-parody that a narrator unfamiliar with the earlier novels might have been tempted to employ the kind of insouciant smart-aleck approach that would have turned the character into a cartoon figure and flatlined the book's suspense. As Brick states in a 20-minute chat with the author, he's been a longtime DeMille fan and past narrator of two Corey adventures. Brick sees past the character's wisecracks, tempering his brags and brays with a humanizing hint of self-doubt, suggesting that purpose and simmering anger lurk beneath the glib nonsense. He's equally adept at catching the villain's upper class arrogance and Kate's controlled, no-nonsense approach to life. He can switch attitudes and voices in a split second. Brick turns the talky book into an entertaining and effective full-cast comedy-drama. Simultaneous release with the Warner hardcover (Reviews, Sept. 11) (Nov.)

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This is the exciting sequel to DeMille's hugely successful Night Fall and is his fourth novel to feature the irrepressible and irreverent retired New York Police Department cop John Corey (Plum Island and The Lion's Game were the others). It's been a year since 9/11 and Corey is still searching for terrorists. The United States is contemplating invading Iraq and a right-wing fanatic wants to start a nuclear war against Islam by nuking two American cities. Very rich and very crazy former army officer Bain Madox heads an organization of high-ranking government officials, and they have four suitcase nukes. Obviously, it is up to Corey and his FBI agent wife, Kate Mayfield, to stop the mayhem. "Wild Fire" is the name of a government program guaranteeing an automatic and massive nuclear response in case we are attacked by atomic weapons. This book is fast-paced and thrilling, and if the plot may seem implausible and over the top, a check of recent headlines is in order. An excellent read for a multitude of reasons. Highly recommended. [See Prepub Alert, LJ 7/06.] Robert Conroy, Warren, MI Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
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Number 14 (Up Country, 2002, etc.) from the master of the parboiled potboiler, in which an intrepid cop single-handedly staves off Armageddon. Granted, he gets a bit of help from the little woman. John Corey, ex-NYPD detective, currently employed as part of a crack ad-hoc group called the Federal Anti-Terrorist Task Force, is married to his boss, gorgeous Kate Mayfield, an FBI agent. Boss she may be, but Kate recognizes star quality when she sees it, and defers to it becomingly, as in Corey's world good little women are wont to do. Her faith in him is about to be tested, however. A colleague is murdered-one of those homicides made to look like an accident that seldom for a minute fools the savvy protagonists in the DeMille stable. Having smelled a rat, Corey goes after him like a starved cat, irritating an array of his by-the-book bosses. But this indeed is a rat to be reckoned with-a megalomaniac with a secret agenda aimed at saving the planet by permanently rearranging its population. And he has allies, people whose comfort in the corridors of power might be counted on to cause a certain discomfort among their adversaries. Not in Corey, however. His creed says it all: "At the end, you carry the gun and the shield out into the field, for the sole purpose of confronting the bad guys." So, never mind the power, the fat wallets, the four suitcase-sized nuclear bombs and the scary conspiracy-Corey's plugged in and ready to confront. Americans can now rest easy. Until the next time. Too long, too repetitive, too many one-liners that don't quite work, but Corey's hard-nosed way with a bad guy (homegrown as well as foreign) may resonate even with the skeptical. Agent: Nicholas Ellison/SanfordJ. Greenburger Associates
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780446618946
  • Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
  • Publication date: 6/28/2007
  • Series: John Corey Series, #4
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback

Meet the Author


Nelson DeMille is the author of fifteen acclaimed novels, including the #1New York Times bestsellers Night Fall, Plum Island, and The Gate Houseand New York Times betsellers Wild Fire, The Gold Coast, and The General's Daughter. For more information on the author, you can go towww.NelsonDeMille.net.

Biography

Nelson DeMille has a dozen bestselling novels to his name and over 30 million books in print worldwide, but his beginnings were not so illustrious. Writing police detective novels in the mid-1970s, DeMille created the pseudonym Jack Cannon: "I used the pen name because I knew I wanted to write better novels under my own name someday," DeMille told fans in a 2000 chat.

Between 1966 and 1969, Nelson DeMille served in the U.S. Army in Vietnam. When he came home, he finished his undergraduate studies (in history and political science), then set out to become a novelist. "I wanted to write the great American war novel at the time," DeMille said in an interview with January magazine. "I never really wrote the book, but it got me into the writing process." A friend in the publishing industry suggested he write a series of police detective novels, which he did under a pen name for several years.

Finally DeMille decided to give up his day job as an insurance fraud investigator and commit himself to writing full time -- and under his own name. The result was By the Rivers of Babylon (1978), a thriller about terrorism in the Middle East. It was chosen as a Book of the Month Club main selection and helped launch his career. "It was like being knighted," said DeMille, who now serves as a Book of the Month Club judge. "It was a huge break."

DeMille followed it with a stream of bestsellers, including the post-Vietnam courtroom drama Word of Honor (1985) and the Cold War spy-thriller The Charm School (1988) Critics praised DeMille for his sophisticated plotting, meticulous research and compulsively readable style. For many readers, what made DeMille stand out was his sardonic sense of humor, which would eventually produce the wisecracking ex-NYPD officer John Corey, hero of Plum Island (1997) and The Lion's Game (2000).

In 1990 DeMille published The Gold Coast, a Tom Wolfe-style comic satire that was his attempt to write "a book that would be taken seriously." The attempt succeeded, in terms of the critics' response: "In his way, Mr. DeMille is as keen a social satirist as Edith Wharton," wrote The New York Times book reviewer. But he returned to more familiar thrills-and-chills territory in The General's Daughter, which hit no. 1 on The New York Times' Bestseller list and was made into a movie starring John Travolta. Its hero, army investigator Paul Brenner, returned in Up Country (2002), a book inspired in part by DeMille's journey to his old battlegrounds in Vietnam.

DeMille's position in the literary hierarchy may be ambiguous, but his talent is first-rate; there's no questioning his mastery of his chosen form. As a reviewer for the Denver Post put it, "In the rarefied world of the intelligent thriller, authors just don't get any better than Nelson DeMille."

Good To Know

DeMille composes his books in longhand, using soft-lead pencils on legal pads. He says he does this because he can't type, but adds, "I like the process of pencil and paper as opposed to a machine. I think the writing is better when it's done in handwriting."

In addition to his novels, DeMille has written a play for children based on the classic fairy tale "Rumpelstiltskin."

DeMille says on his web site that he reads mostly dead authors -- "so if I like their books, I don't feel tempted or obligated to write to them." He mentions writing to a living author, Tom Wolfe, when The Bonfire of the Vanities came out; but Wolfe never responded. "I wouldn't expect Hemingway or Steinbeck to write back -- they're dead. But Tom Wolfe owes me a letter," DeMille writes.

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    1. Also Known As:
      Jack Cannon; Kurt Ladner; Brad Matthews; Michael Weaver; Ellen Kay
    2. Hometown:
      Long Island, New York
    1. Date of Birth:
      August 22, 1943
    2. Place of Birth:
      New York, New York
    1. Education:
      B.A. in political science, Hofstra University, 1974
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Wild Fire


By Nelson DeMille

Warner Books

Copyright © 2006 Nelson DeMille
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780446580212


Chapter One

I'm John Corey, former NYPD homicide detective, wounded in the line of duty, retired on three-quarter disability (which is just a number for pay purposes; about 98 percent of me still functions), and now working as a special contract agent for the Federal Anti-Terrorist Task Force.

The guy in the cubicle facing me, Harry Muller, asked, "You ever hear of the Custer Hill Club?"

"No. Why?" "That's where I'm going this weekend." "Have a good time," I said.

"They're a bunch of rich, right-wing loonies who have this hunting lodge upstate."

"Don't bring me any venison, Harry. No dead birds, either." I got up from my desk and walked to the coffee bar. On the wall above the coffee urns were Justice Department Wanted Posters, featuring mostly Muslim gentlemen, including the number one scumbag, Osama bin Laden.

Also included in the nearly two dozen posters was a Libyan named Asad Khalil, a.k.a. The Lion. I didn't need to memorize this man's photo; I knew his face as well as my own, though I'd never formally met him.

My brief association with Mr. Khalil occurred about two years ago when I was stalking him, and as it turned out, he was stalking me. He escaped, and I got away with a grazing wound; and, as the Arabs would probably say, "It is destinedthat we meet again to settle our fates." I look forward to that.

I drained the dregs of the coffee into a Styrofoam cup and scanned a copy of the New York Times lying on the counter. The headline for today, Friday, October 11, 2002, read: CONGRESS AUTHORIZES BUSH TO USE FORCE AGAINST IRAQ, CREATING A BROAD MANDATE.

A subheading read: U.S. Has a Plan to Occupy Iraq, Officials Report. It appeared that war was a foregone conclusion, and so was the victory. Therefore, it was a good idea to have an occupation plan. I wondered if anyone in Iraq knew about this.

I took my coffee back to my desk, turned on my computer, and read through some internal memos. We are now a mostly paperless organization, and I actually miss initialing memos. I had an urge to initial my computer screen with a grease pencil, but I settled for the electronic equivalent. If I ran this organization, all memos would be on an Etch A Sketch.

I glanced at my watch. It was 4:30 P.M., and my colleagues on the 26th floor of 26 Federal Plaza were dwindling fast. My colleagues, I should explain, are, like me, members of the Anti-Terrorist Task Force, a four-letter agency (ATTF) in a world of three-letter agencies.

This is the post-9/11 world, so weekends are, in theory, just another two workdays for everyone. In reality, the honored tradition of Federal Friday-meaning cutting out early-has not changed much, so the NYPD, who are part of the Task Force, and who are used to lousy hours anyway, man the fort on weekends and holidays.

Harry Muller asked me, "What are you doing this weekend?" This was the start of the Columbus Day three-day weekend, but as luck would have it, I was scheduled to work on Monday. I replied, "I was going to march in the Columbus Day Parade, but I'm working Monday."

"Yeah? You were going to march?" "No, but that's what I told Captain Paresi." I added, "I told him my mother was Italian, and I was going to push her wheelchair in the parade."

Harry laughed and asked, "Did he buy that?" "No. But he offered to push her wheelchair." "I thought your parents were in Florida." "They are."

"And your mother's Irish." "She is. Now I have to find an Italian mother for Paresi to push up Columbus Avenue."

Harry laughed again and went back to his computer. Harry Muller, like most of the NYPD in the Mideast Section of the Task Force, does stakeouts and surveillance of Persons of Interest, which, in politically correct speak, means the Muslim community, but I do mostly interviewing and recruiting of informants.

A large percentage of my informants are total liars and bullshit artists who want either money or citizenship, or who want to screw someone in their close-knit community. Now and then, I get the real deal, but then I have to share the guy with the FBI.

The Task Force is comprised mostly of FBI agents and NYPD detectives, plus retired NYPD, like me. In addition, we have people assigned from other Federal agencies, such as Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE), plus state and suburban police, Port Authority Police, and so forth, too numerous to name or for me to remember.

Also included in our collegial group are people who, like ghosts, don't actually exist, but if they did, they'd be called CIA.

I checked my e-mail, and there were three messages. The first was from my boss, Tom Walsh, special agent in charge, who had taken over the ATTF when my old boss, Jack Koenig, died in the World Trade Center. The e-mail read: CONFIDENTIAL-REMINDER-IN THE RUN-UP TO POSSIBLE HOSTILITIES WITH IRAQ, WE NEED TO GIVE SPECIAL ATTENTION TO IRAQI NATIONALS LIVING IN CONUS.

"CONUS" meant "Continental United States." "Hostilities" meant "war." The rest of it meant "find an Iraqi we can link to a terrorist threat against the U.S. so we can make life easier for the folks in Washington before they bomb the shit out of Baghdad."

The message went on: PRIMARY THREAT AND EMPHASIS REMAINS UBL WITH NEW EMPHASIS ON UBL/SADDAM LINK. BRIEFING ON THIS NEXT WEEK-TBA. WALSH, SAC.

For the uninitiated, "UBL" is "Osama bin Laden," which should be "OBL," but long ago somebody transliterated the Arabic script into Latin letters as "Usama," which is also correct. The media mostly uses the "Osama" spelling of the scumbag's name, while intelligence agencies still refer to him as "UBL." Same scumbag.

The next e-mail was from my second boss, the aforementioned Vince Paresi, an NYPD captain assigned to the ATTF to keep an eye on the difficult cops who sometimes don't play well with their FBI friends. That may include me. Captain Paresi replaced Captain David Stein, who, like Jack Koenig, was killed-murdered, actually-one year and one month ago today in the World Trade Center.

David Stein was a great guy, and I miss him every day. Jack Koenig, for all his faults and for all our problems with each other, was a professional, a tough but fair boss, and a patriot. His body was never recovered. Neither was David Stein's.

Another body that was never recovered, along with two thousand others, was that of Ted Nash, CIA officer, monumental prick, and archenemy of yours truly.

I wish I could think of something nice to say about this asshole, but all I can think of is, "Good riddance."

Also, this guy has a bad habit of coming back from the dead-he's done it at least once before-and without a positive body identification, I'm not breaking out the champagne.

Anyway, Captain Paresi's e-mail to all NYPD/ATTF personnel read: YOU ARE TO STEP UP SURVEILLANCE OF IRAQI NATIONALS, REACH OUT TO IRAQIS WHO HAVE BEEN HELPFUL IN THE PAST, AND BRING IN FOR QUESTIONING IRAQIS ON WATCH LISTS. YOU ARE TO PAY SPECIAL ATTENTION TO IRAQIS WHO ASSOCIATE WITH OTHER ISLAMIC NATIONALS, I.E., SAUDIS, AFGHANIS, LIBYANS, ETC. STAKEOUT AND SURVEILLANCE OF MOSQUES WILL BE STEPPED UP. BRIEFING NEXT WEEK, TBA. PARESI, CAPT. NYPD.

I think I see a pattern here. Hard to believe, but it wasn't so long ago that we were trying to figure out what we were supposed to be doing every day, and memos were more carefully worded so as not to appear that we disapproved of Islamic terrorists or that we were upsetting them in any way. That changed real quick.

The third e-mail was from my wife, Kate Mayfield, whom I could see at her desk across the NYPD/FBI great divide of the 26th floor. My wife is a beautiful woman, but even if she weren't, I'd still love her. Actually, if she weren't beautiful, I wouldn't have even noticed her, so it's a moot point.

The message read: LET'S KNOCK OFF EARLY, GO HOME, HAVE SEX, I'LL COOK YOU CHILI AND HOT DOGS, AND MAKE YOU DRINKS WHILE YOU WATCH TV IN YOUR UNDERWEAR.

Actually, it didn't say that. It said: LET'S GO AWAY FOR A ROMANTIC WEEKEND OF WINE TASTING ON THE NORTH FORK. I'LL BOOK A B&B. LOVE, KATE.

Why the hell do I have to taste wine? It all tastes the same. Also, bed-and-breakfast places suck-cutesy run-down hovels with nineteenth-century bathrooms and creaky beds. And then you have to eat breakfast with the other guests, who are usually yuppie swine from the Upper West Side who want to talk about something they read in the Arts and Leisure section of the Times. Whenever I hear the word "art," I reach for my gun.

I typed my response: SOUNDS GREAT. THANKS FOR THINKING OF IT. LOVE, JOHN.

Like most men, I'd rather face the muzzle of an assault rifle than a pissed-off wife.

Kate Mayfield is an FBI agent, a lawyer, and part of my team, which consists of another NYPD guy and another FBI agent. Plus, now and then, we add a person or two from another agency, as needed, such as ICE or CIA. Our last CIA teammate was the aforementioned Ted Nash, who I strongly suspect was once romantically involved with my then future wife. This was not why I disliked him-it was why I hated him. I disliked him for professional reasons.

I noticed that Harry Muller was cleaning up his desk, locking away sensitive material so that the cleaning people, Muslim and non-Muslim alike, couldn't photocopy or fax it to Sandland. I said to him, "You got twenty-one minutes before the bell."

He looked up at me and replied, "I have to go pick up some Tech stuff."

"Why?"

"I told you. I'm doing a surveillance upstate. The Custer Hill Club."

"I thought you were an invited guest." "No, I'm trespassing."

"How did you catch this one?" "I don't know. Do I ask? I own a camper, a pair of boots, and a hat with earmuffs. So, I'm qualified."

"Right." Harry Muller, as I said, is former NYPD, like me, retired with twenty years in, the last ten in the Intelligence Unit, and now hired by the Feds to do stakeouts and surveillance so that the Suits, as we call the FBI, can do the cerebral work.

I asked him, "Hey, what's with this right-wing stuff ? I thought you were with us?" "Us" meaning the Mideast Section, which makes up about 90 percent of the ATTF these days.

Harry replied, "I don't know. Do I ask? I just have to take pictures, not go to church with them."

"Did you read the e-mails from Walsh and Paresi?" "Yeah."

"You think we're going to war?" "Duh ... let me think."

"Does this right-wing group have any Iraqi or UBL connections?" "I don't know." Harry glanced at his watch and said, "I need to get to Tech before they lock up."

"You got time." I asked him, "You going alone?" "Yeah. No problem. It's just a non-invasive surveillance and stakeout."

He looked at me and said, "Between us, Walsh says this is just killing trees-file building. You know, like, we're not just up the Arabs' asses. We're on the case of domestic groups, too, like the neo-Nazis, militia, survivalists, and stuff. Looks good for the media and Congress, if it ever comes up. Right? We did this a few times before 9/11. Remember?"

"Right."

"Gotta go. I guess I'll see you Monday. I need to see Walsh first thing Monday."

"He's working Monday?" "Well, he didn't invite me to his house for a beer, so I guess he'll be here."

"Right. See you Monday." Harry left.

What Harry said about file building didn't make too much sense, plus we have a Domestic Terrorist Section for that kind of stuff. Also, snooping on rich right-wingers with a club upstate was a little odd. Also odd was Tom Walsh coming in on a holiday to debrief Harry on a routine assignment.

I'm very nosy, which is why I'm a great detective, so I went over to a separate, stand-alone computer where I could access the Internet, and did a Google search for "Custer Hill Club."

I didn't get any hits, so I tried "Custer Hill." The counter at the top showed more than 400,000 hits, and the mix on the first page-golf courses, restaurants, and several historical references in South Dakota having to do with General George Armstrong Custer's problem at the Little Bighorn-indicated that none of these references would be relevant. Nevertheless, I spent ten minutes scanning the hits, but there were no references to New York State.

I went back to my desk, where I could use my ATTF password to access internal files on the ACS -the Automated Case System, the FBI's version of Google.

The Custer Hill Club came up, but apparently I had no need to know about this file, and below the title was row after row of Xs. Usually you get something, even on restricted files, such as the date the file was opened, or who to see about getting access to the file, or at least the classification level of the file. But this file was completely Xed out.

So all I managed to do was alert the security goons that I'd been inquiring about a restricted file that had nothing to do with what I was working on, which was Iraqis at the moment. But just to mess with their heads, I typed in, "Iraqi Camel Club Weapons of Mass Destruction."

No hits.

I shut down my computer, secured my desk, grabbed my coat, and walked over to Kate's desk.

Kate Mayfield and I met on the job when we both worked the case of the aforementioned Asad Khalil, a nasty little shit who came to America to kill a lot of people. He did that, then tried to kill me and Kate, then escaped. Not one of my better cases, but it brought Kate and me together, so the next time I see him, I'll thank him for that before I gut-shoot him and watch him die slowly.

I asked Kate, "Can I buy you a drink?" She looked up at me and smiled-"That would be nice"-then went back to her computer.

Ms. Mayfield is a Midwestern girl, posted to New York from Washington, and originally unhappy about the assignment, but now deliriously happy to live in the greatest city on Earth with the greatest man in the universe. I asked her, "Why are we going away for the weekend?"

"Because this place drives me crazy." Great cities can do that. I asked her, "What are you working on?" "I'm trying to find a B and B on the North Fork."

"They're probably all booked up for the holiday weekend, and don't forget I have to work Monday."

"How could I forget? You've been complaining about it all week." "I never complain."

She thought that was funny for some reason. I studied Kate's face in the glow of the computer screen. She was as beautiful as the day I met her nearly three years ago. Usually, women I'm with age fast. My first wife, Robin, said our one-year starter marriage seemed like ten years. I said to Kate, "I'll meet you at Ecco's." "Don't get picked up."

I walked through the cube farm, which was nearly empty now, and entered the elevator lobby, where colleagues were piling up. I made small talk with a few people, then noticed Harry and went over to him. He was carrying a big metal suitcase, which I assumed contained cameras and lenses. I said to him, "Let me buy you a drink." "Sorry, I need to get on the road ASAP."

"You driving up tonight?"

"I am. I need to be at this place at first light. Some kind of meeting going down, and I need to photograph car plates and people as they arrive."

"Sounds like the mob surveillance we used to do at weddings and funerals."

"Yeah. Same shit."

We crowded into an elevator and rode down to the lobby. Harry asked, "Where's Kate?"

"On her way." Harry was divorced, but he was seeing a woman, so I asked, "How's Lori?"

"She's great."

"She looked good in her photo on Match.com." He laughed. "You're an asshole."

"What's your point? Hey, where is this place?" "What place? Oh . . . it's up near Saranac Lake."

We walked out onto Broadway. It was a cool autumn day, and the streets and sidewalks had that Thank-God-It's-Friday feeling. Harry and I bid each other farewell, and I walked south on Broadway.

Lower Manhattan is a tight cluster of skyscrapers and narrow streets, which insures minimum sunlight and maximum stress.

The area includes the Lower East Side, where I was born and raised, plus Chinatown, Little Italy, Tribeca, and Soho. The major industries down here are diametrically opposed: business and finance, represented by Wall Street, and government, represented by Federal, state, and municipal courthouses; City Hall; prisons; Federal Plaza; Police Plaza; and so forth. A necessary adjunct to all of the above are law firms, one of which employs my ex-wife, a defense attorney who represents only the best class of criminal scum. This was one of the reasons we got divorced. The other was that she thought cooking and fucking were two cities in China.

Up ahead was a big patch of empty sky where the Twin Towers once stood. To most Americans, and even to most New Yorkers, the absence of the towers is noted only as a gap in the distant skyline. But if you live or work downtown, and were used to seeing those behemoths every day, then their absence still comes as a surprise when you walk down the street and they're not there.

As I walked, I thought about my conversation with Harry Muller. On the one hand, there was absolutely nothing unusual or remarkable about his weekend assignment. On the other hand, it didn't compute. I mean, here we are on the brink of war with Iraq, waging war in Afghanistan, paranoid about another Islamic terrorist attack, and Harry gets sent upstate to snoop on some gathering of rich rightwingers whose threat level to national security is probably somewhere between low and non-existent at the moment.



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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 30, 2007

    Doesn't this offend anybody anymore?

    I've read every ND book, and this one has to be the worst ever. I won't even mention the plot, or lack of, the paper thin characters, or FBI agents who make up their own rules, but does ND have to keep saying Sandland, and Cameljokeys so often even when the bad guys are not the ones talking? I'm an American of middle eastern heritage, and while I truly abhor violence of any kind in the name of anything holy, I couldn't help but get offended by this lassie fairez writing to nuking 200 million people, or the derogatory terms that are sprinkled throughout this god awful book!

    3 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 17, 2009

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    I so Love John Corey.....

    I love him, glad he is back in this book. This story creeped me out a bit but loved how Corey was able to get out of this one. So glad he is coming back in the Lion 2010. He is the best. I loved Night Fall, this one is a creep out and dangling particple as well. Once you get passed the overall purpose of the mission John and Kate come on strong to the finish.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 3, 2009

    I Also Recommend:

    Nicely Read

    A real nice reading of a good Nelson Demille novel. Wild Fire is an interesting plot on the heels of Sept 11. Scott Brink is one of the best in audio books.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 5, 2009

    A disappointment

    This book was further proof that no author can get it right every time. While I am a huge fan of Mr. DeMille's books, this one is just not in the same league as his earlier Gold Coast, Charm School, Up Country, Word of Honor, or even Night Fall. A far-fetched plot, bordering once again on paranoia. Not the meaty, introspective thriller we've come to anticipate and savor.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 25, 2007

    Wishfull Thinking

    Great book and a good read, I only wish Bain Madox's plan had succeeded. I hope that a plan like Wilfire is real. If you don't know what I am talking about, read the book.

    2 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 31, 2007

    A great book!

    The story was nonstop action, which was great-no dull moments, plus I loved Corey's wit.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 2, 2007

    R.I.P. John Corey

    Reminds me of when Willie Mays played one too many games, and in hindsight, should have quit while he was on top. I have enjoyed many of DeMille's titles, but, DeMille should have moth balled Corey after Night Fall very disappointing effort by DeMille.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 21, 2010

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    It is GREAT !!!!!!

    This was the first Nelsom DeMille book that I have read and I highly reccomend it!!!!

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 20, 2010

    Starts Strong then fades

    I thought the main character was very insightful and witty. I appreciated his humor. The story started out very good but then tended to fade to mediocre towards the end of the book.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 1, 2009

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    One of the best books I have read.

    What a great book. I really enjoyed the writing style of Mr. DeMille. It will keep you on the edge of your seat. If you like the show "24" you will love "Wild Fire"

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 30, 2008

    Come on guys

    Everyone has been soooo hard on poor John Corey..give it a rest and just enjoy a good read already!! Yes he's a wise-ass and more than a bit obnoxious, but Mr. DeMille has always infused him with plenty of heart to balance that out, and his fight for 'good' is never in questions. Sit down, shut up, quit nit-picking and enjoy a good book!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 24, 2008

    A reviewer

    Wild Fire by Nelson DeMille, feature's John Corey, an ex-NYPD detective and a member of the Federal Anti-Terrorist Task Force who makes his fourth appearance in a DeMille novel. In Wild Fire, a fellow agent is found dead while on a surveillance mission, John Corey and FBI agent Kate Mayfield (his wife,) travel to New York to investigate the suspicious Custer Hill Gun Club. But shortly after arriving stories become conflicting when they meet the brilliantly insane Bain Madox, a Vietnam veteran and owner of the gun club. Bain Madox has a grandiose solution to put an end to the conflicts tearing the Middle East asunder. Corey and Mayfield must stay alive long enough to prevent this diabolical nuclear scheme -- which will launch the world into utter chaos! Will this stiffed-lip, obnoxious duo thwart this madman's schemes? Or, has John Corey made his final joke in the face of danger? Nelson DeMille is a member of The Authors Guild, the Mystery Writers of America, and American Mensa--and with Wild Fire, Demille proves that after fourteen novels he is still able to write a worthwhile and suspenseful detective thriller in which the heroes dispense justice in an ambiguous world.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 17, 2007

    A reviewer

    I have read all of DeMille books but this one is not to the usual caliber in any way. Dialogue is boring, the character is unpleasant, the plot is minimal.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 19, 2007

    pretty scary

    This was my first DeMille book and I loved it....however, it really does make you stop and think. I enjoy John Corey's character and will have to read more of DeMille. It was a good suspense and Corey's saracastic sense of humor make a very dark situation not so edgy. I'll definitely read more of DeMille's books.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 17, 2007

    I'm in love

    I'm a big fan of Mr. Demille, I love everything he's written. You must understand, the story line of most of his books are pretty intense. If you are looking for light reading, his books are not the ones for you. I especially love the stories with John Corey....he's just so my kind of guy! Thanks Mr. Demille, for another great book.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 15, 2007

    Small scope.

    This was the first DeMille book that I have read, and I was not impressed. Initially, the vision of the book was fantastic with a great set up, but then it failed to progress anywhere. It became extremely disappointing when he destroyed any possibility of a revelation or twist. Instead, but book simply reduced to a couple driving around until they confront the villain. Disappointing.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 19, 2006

    Just doesn't work

    I have read all of Nelson Demille's work and have consider him a great contemporary author. This book is centered on John Corey and his usually humorous and likeable smartass attitude - but in this case the card is overplayed. The dialog becomes unrealistic and the essence of the character does not emerge. The book is not only plot-driven, it is character-defunct.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 2, 2007

    One Book Too Far

    This book is not up to snuff. John Corey comes off as immature and tedious rather than astute and wise-cracking. The premise was ludicrous and the book was boring, never really getting to the point. Very disappointing from this, sometimes good, author.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 3, 2007

    Why couldn't they have given me the new Chrichton book?

    I received multiple copies of this book for Christmas, so I felt compelled to read it. The premise of the story intrigued me. However, the hours I spent reading the book were a complete waste. The plot was utterly predictable I really didn't need to read the second half of the book to know the ending. The characters were shallow and uninteresting (and racist). Some of the jokes were funny, but many more were forced attempts at humor. The only 'tech' twist to the book was pretty lame, especialy in comparison to what Tom Clancy and Michael Chrichton produce. My expectations for a Christmas break novel are not high--I just want to be entertained! (after all, I don't need to tax my brain during vacation). However, this book failed to interest me on any level. I can't believe critics and bookstores are pushing so hard for this book. Hype and solid marketing, not quality of writing, will ensure the success of this novel. This is the first DeMille book I have read, and it will be the last.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 2, 2009

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    FAST PACED ACTION AND HIGH OCTANE DIALOGUE

    Dubbed a Golden Voice by AudioFile Magazine Scott Brick reads both the Abridged and Unabridged editions of Nelson DeMille's latest mesmerizing thriller. The winner of a Science Fiction Audie and a handful of Earphone Awards, Brick is well suited to bring this chilling tale to life. His narrative style is understated, allowing the words to make an impact and that they surely do in DeMille's too-close-to-reality Wild Fire. Popular protagonist John Corey returns to confront a mad man and a heinous scheme that would take the lives of millions. Corey's a former NYPD officer who now works in anti-terrorism. That's terrorism with a capital T as supposedly super patriotic, all-American, millionaire Bain Madox has come up with a scheme that would have the U.S. launching a mega nuclear attack on the world. But, try to prove it. Initially, Anti-Terrorism Task Force (ATTF) agent Harry Muller is sent to investigate what is happening at the Custer Hill Club, an all too private hunting and fishing lodge which is actually a meeting place for a group of very powerful men who harbor some pretty sick thoughts. When Muller is found dead Corey and his wife, FBI agent Kate Mayfield, head for the same territory. As he did with Night Fall (2004) DeMille offers another heart stopping thriller featuring the inimitable Corey. Fast paced dialogue and high octane action - enjoy! - Gail Cooke

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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