You Can't Stop Me [NOOK Book]

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Small-town sheriff J. C. Harrow made headlines when he apprehended a would-be presidential assassin -- only to come home that night and find his wife and son brutally murdered. This tragic twist of fate launched his career as the host of reality TV's smash hit, Crime Seen! But while Harrow tracks down dangerous criminals coast to coast -- with the help of viewers' tips -- a killer with a twisted agenda is making his own bloody path to fame.

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Small-town sheriff J. C. Harrow made headlines when he apprehended a would-be presidential assassin -- only to come home that night and find his wife and son brutally murdered. This tragic twist of fate launched his career as the host of reality TV's smash hit, Crime Seen! But while Harrow tracks down dangerous criminals coast to coast -- with the help of viewers' tips -- a killer with a twisted agenda is making his own bloody path to fame.

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  • ISBN-13: 9780786024513
  • Publisher: kensington publishing
  • Publication date: 3/1/2010
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 320
  • Sales rank: 320,139
  • File size: 365 KB

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YOU CAN'T STOP ME


By MAX ALLAN COLLINS MATTHEW CLEMENS

PINNACLE BOOKS

Copyright © 2010 Max Allan Collins and Matthew Clemens
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-7860-2134-5


Chapter One

John Christian Harrow had never much cared for the Iowa State Fair.

He was uncomfortable around throngs of people, and the cacophony of chatter, ballyhoo, and music always put a crease between his eyebrows. The skyline of vast barns, art-deco pavilions, Ferris wheels, and even a mammoth slide held no magic for him; overhead open-air cars of airsick passengers swaying like fruit about to ripen and fall made him question the general sanity of the human race.

The smells, whether the stench of farm animals or the lure of frying batter, did not appeal-they made him neither want to milk a cow nor risk his arteries on a funnel cake. And now and then an unmistakable upchuck bouquet would waft across his nostrils. At least the day wasn't sweltering, as August often was here. It was eighty and humid and no picnic, but this wasn't heaven, this was Iowa.

At six-two, barely winning the battle to stay under two hundred pounds, Harrow might have been just another farmer gussied up to go to town, forty-something, short brown hair, penetrating brown eyes, strong chin, high cheekbones, a weathered, slightly pockmarked complexion, tie loosened and collar unbuttoned.

But J.C.-as anyone who knew him for more than five minutes called him-was not farmer but a detective. He wasin fact a seasoned field agent and criminalist for the Iowa Department of Criminal Investigation. And right now he detected a damp stripe down the spine of his dress shirt, and wished to hell that the Kevlar vest underneath came with pockets for ice bags. His sun-soaking, unbuttoned navy suitcoat concealed his holster and nine-mil, clipped to his belt, riding his right hip.

This was no day off to take in the state's most celebrated festivities. And it wasn't the normal workday where he found himself either at a crime scene or in a lab or even in the field interviewing witnesses and suspects.

Today Harrow had drawn a special assignment as part of the extended protection team working on the President of the United States's visit to the nation's most famous state fair.

Usually cops augmented the President's Secret Service detail, but the events of September 11 had changed that. Ever since that tragic day, security weighed heavily on the minds of most Americans, and the government had become more creative in ways to protect those in their charge. They kept cops on the streets when they could and when necessary, used qualified others, like DCI Field Agent Harrow, to fill in.

The rule was, you had to have a badge to work protection detail.

Today, his DCI badge-probably aided by the fact that he had a background in local politics-seemed to make him the perfect candidate for this particular task. Which sounded far more exciting in practice than it really was. He'd done very little in the morning other than walk around the fair and assess threats.

He had deemed the cow sculpted from butter as non-menacing unless the President decided to ingest it, in which case it would be death by cholesterol overdose. In the afternoon, before the President was introduced, Harrow stood on the stage, eyes processing possible troublemakers in the crowd, then maintained his vigil from stage left throughout the Commander in Chief's address.

A thin man with too heavy a jacket for an August day, another who seemed jittery, a woman with a purse big enough to hold a gun or a bomb or God knew what ...

Harrow saw them all and reported them up the food chain to Secret Service. A certain amount of stress came along with searching for a potential assassin, but on the whole this was a vacation day with pay for Harrow. Despite his general disregard for politicians, and his lack of love for the fair itself, the DCI agent felt honored to be entrusted with a small part of his President's welfare.

After a well-received speech, the President was led down the stairs by the Secret Service contingent at stage right. Secret Service eyes quickly scanned left, ahead, right, and back again. Several more agents eyeballed the crowd on the other side of the wire fence between the audience and the backstage area. Trailing this group, still on stage, Harrow looked out over the still-cheering crowd.

Despite the chest-high wire fence, the throng pressed forward, each citizen wanting to shake hands with the leader of the free world, some wearing sunglasses, some not, some wearing hats, farmers, businessmen, housewives, women in power suits, young, old, middle-aged, an ocean of faces and bodies surging for a chance to press the famous flesh, or to get at least a closer-up glimpse of the President. Most were smiling, some looked confused, and some even afraid as the crush of people pushed toward the fence.

Then Harrow picked out a face-really, an expression-of anger. But all that watching had sent Harrow's eyes sliding past before what he'd seen registered, and the DCI agent's eyes darted back, scouring the crowd for the unhappy man.

Seconds crawled like minutes until he again located the face in the crowd. The man was dressed like a farmer-bib overalls, T-shirt, sunglasses, and a cap with CONTINENTAL PEANUTS stitched across the front.

Several things about the farmer made simultaneous blips on Harrow's cop radar: The hat was for a peanut-seed company, one of the biggest in the country, but peanuts were a crop not grown in Iowa; the man was Caucasian and about forty; the sunglasses were not typical-the generation of farmers younger than Harrow's father had learned the value of UV protection, but many farmers Harrow knew never wore sunglasses.

The loudest, biggest blip came from the soft, white skin of the man's bare arms-not even a hint of tan, and a farmer who had not been outside by August was not a farmer at all. A glance at hands soft enough to belong to a perfume-counter clerk told Harrow this "farmer" had not done a real day's work in his life....

Harrow's processing of all this took a second or two, and then the fake farmer's hand slipped into a pocket and came out with something that glinted in the sunlight. Harrow didn't even have time to use the little communicator that ran down his arm inside his suit.

He yelled, "Gun!" as the angry face in the crowd lurched forward, right arm coming up. Harrow knew at once that the man's hand held a small-caliber automatic pistol.

Harrow leapt from the stage, arms in front, feet splayed wide behind him, the faces of the people below etched in expressions of surprise, fear, and confusion as he flew over them, his only thought to get to the weapon.

Everything seemed to stop for a second or two, Harrow feeling he was hanging in air, watching as the would-be assassin slowly squeezed the trigger. The agent seemed able to see each fraction of an inch the trigger moved in its inevitable journey.

Just as Harrow grabbed onto the man's arm, flinging it upward, the gun fired, the shot flying harmlessly over the barns of 4-H animals, creating a muffled but immediate symphony of whinnies and grunts....

As Harrow and the man crashed to the ground, the world went from slow motion to fast-forward as Harrow found himself suddenly aware of several things happening at once: People broke their fall, and the crowd separated like a welcoming gate only to dump them on the gravel-packed ground; panicked bystanders tried to escape the wrestling bodies and the sight of the gun that Harrow and the shooter still fought over even as several Secret Service agents crashed down.

A knee dug into Harrow's back and fingers clawed not only at the shooter's hands, but at Harrow's, trying to pry the pistol free. Even under the pile of writhing bodies, Harrow managed to twist the arm back, the shooter screaming in pain and releasing the pistol into Harrow's grip.

A Secret Service agent said, "I'll take that," and Harrow handed it over, as another agent asked, "You all right, buddy?"

"Yup," was all Harrow could manage.

Final tally: one wild shot, and no injuries to the President.

Who was whisked away so swiftly that Harrow almost missed the moment where the most powerful man in the free world locked eyes with him and mouthed: Thank you!

Several Secret Service agents had received a few scrapes, and a handful of fairgoers did suffer injuries, the most serious a young woman who broke an arm in the panicked trampling that followed the gunshot. Harrow himself was unscathed but for a bruise on his back from that overzealous Secret Service agent leaping on him.

The would-be assassin, like the young woman, had a broken arm, thanks to Harrow, not that the perp received any sympathy from the crowd watching him get hauled away.

That was when Harrow found himself the center of attention, questioned first by the Secret Service, then by the national media, and, finally, by the Des Moines Register and local news crews before he was able to extricate himself for the drive home.

Though the outside temperature was only about seventy, the Ford F-150's air conditioner ran full-tilt. In the pickup, Harrow relished the blast of cold as he sailed north on I-35, the night swallowing the lights of Des Moines in the rearview.

Although he'd always thought of himself as a cop first, until five years ago Harrow had made his living in politics, twice winning election to the office of sheriff of Story County. But he still considered himself basically apolitical.

Deciding not to run for a third term, Harrow had hooked up with the DCI in 1997 and had been much happier ever since. The job change had saved his marriage too-otherwise, his wife of twenty years might have wound up divorcing him and taking their son, David, with her.

Ellen had never asked Harrow to quit, not in so many words, but had wholeheartedly supported his decision when he finally smartened up. His petite brunette wife had been the prettiest girl at Ames High and then Iowa State University, and one of the smartest too, smart enough anyway to see long before Harrow the strain the sheriff's job had inflicted on him.

Only after he'd taken the DCI job did his wife finally confess how close she'd come to leaving him. Being married to a cop was hard enough-being married to one who spent half his time running for reelection had become unbearable.

Now they were happy as newlyweds. The family hadn't moved to Des Moines when he took the DCI gig-fifteen-year-old David was thriving in the tiny Nevada (Nuh-vay-duh) school district, just thirty miles north of the capital, and Harrow wasn't about to pull his popular, athletic son out just as high school was kicking in.

They'd moved from the county seat to a secluded farmhouse that cut fifteen minutes from his commute, and, anyway, plans were afoot for the crime lab to move to Ankeny, in a couple of years, which would shorten the ride even more.

Harrow knew he should be hurrying home-Ellen would be breathless to find out whether or not he'd shaken hands with the President (he had) and if the man was as handsome in person as she thought he was on TV (actually, more). Certainly, she would grill him about that even harder than the Secret Service and the media had.

He'd been trying to call ever since the so-called "State Fair Incident" had gone down, but the answer machine was full and Ellen didn't carry a cellular. He was a little surprised she hadn't called him on his cell-maybe she hadn't been near a radio or TV.

The home addresses of DCI agents were a closely guarded secret, especially from the media, and Harrow hoped the national news hadn't pulled strings or done computer hacking that would mean he'd arrive home to a surprise party of CNN, MSNBC, and Fox news trucks.

That possibility aside, pulling off the interstate, heading east on Highway 30, he found himself not surprisingly anxious to get home. And, as usual, though he enjoyed the unwind time of the commute, the closer he got to home, the more eager he became.

He exited 30 onto Six-hundred-twentieth Avenue, turning back south on the two-lane blacktop with just a couple farms on either side, the last few miles of his drive. He killed the air, rolled down the window, and let warmth rush over him.

He yearned for a smoke, but if he lit up, even just a precious few drags, Ellen might smell it on him. Then she'd be pissed even if he had saved the President, and he didn't need that tonight. He glanced wistfully at the glove compartment, where half a pack and a cheap lighter kept a low profile under a map of Iowa.

Smash in the door of a crackhouse? Say the word. Confront a PCP-pumping gunman holding a pistol to the head of an innocent hostage? No problem. Stop a presidential assassin? Even that had seemed easy today ... but let Ellen catch him with cigarette smoke on his breath?

No way, no chance, no how.

Another left, and he was heading east on Two-hundred-fiftieth Street. The lights of their house, settled mostly by itself out here in the country south of Nevada, would be visible when he topped the next hill. As the idea of a cigarette drifted away like so much smoke, he crested the rise, looked to the left for the familiar glow, and saw only the mercury vapor light stationed atop the garage.

No house lights-that was odd. He wondered if Ellen had mentioned going out tonight. He didn't remember her saying anything like that, but sometimes words went in one ear and out the other, when you'd been married as long as they had. David could be most anywhere, with his buddies or his girl....

Well, at least the national news boys hadn't been waiting. Harrow slowed at the turn up the long driveway to the house. Turning just past the mailbox, he felt something inside him catch.

The door of the mailbox was closed.

Ellen always left it open, after removing the mail, her signal to him that he didn't have to stop for it. Had he forgotten a dinner out she'd planned, or one of David's many ball games? She was active with a couple of women's groups and the PTA-maybe she'd gone to Des Moines to shop or run errands, and went straight to whatever it was.

With a shrug, he put the truck in park and climbed out to get the mail.

If the mail was still here, though, that meant she had been gone since mid-afternoon at least. He opened the box, pulled out its contents, and headed back to the truck.

He climbed up and in, tossed the pile of bills and magazines and so on onto the passenger seat, and eased the truck into gear, then crept up the long blacktop driveway. The two-story house was dark, which made him uneasy.

If Ellen was home, the lights would be on; but even if she was going to be gone, she would have left one light on for him. It was just something they did for each other.

Something was wrong.

Chapter Two

Harrow gunned the truck up the short hill, pressing the garage-door opener and painfully counting the seconds as the door slid up. He still couldn't see anything. He cursed himself for not replacing the opener's burned-out bulb.

The hill was steep, and the garage sat at a slight angle to the house. He would not be able to tell if her car was inside until the truck's lights hit the garage. He crested the hill, and, as he feared, her car sat parked in its space.

What the hell was going on?

Where was David? If something was wrong with Ellen, if she'd gotten sick or been injured, why hadn't David called his dad's cell? Nearing the garage, Harrow kicked the brake and threw the truck into park, the sudden stop almost hurling him into the wheel.

He hopped out, pulled his pistol, and circled around the back of the truck. Anxiety gripped him and his cop senses were tingling; but he hadn't defaulted to cop objectivity-this was his home.

Resisting the impulse to run, but still using the vehicle as cover, he crept around the truck, checked the windows in the house, saw no movement in the dark, then crossed the short distance to the back door.

You're being a dumb, over-reacting shit, he told himself.

Still, he had the pistol ready as he opened the screen door....

Then, his hip holding it open, he reached for the knob of the inside door with his left hand.

The knob didn't turn.

The door was locked, yet another bad sign. They never locked the doors when they were home. Acid poured into Harrow's stomach, his chest tightened, and his eyes burned. This afternoon had been about instantaneous action-leaping to stop an assassin a nearly instinctive move.

(Continues...)



Excerpted from YOU CAN'T STOP ME by MAX ALLAN COLLINS MATTHEW CLEMENS Copyright © 2010 by Max Allan Collins and Matthew Clemens. Excerpted by permission.
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  • Posted January 19, 2010

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    This is a terrific cat and mouse thriller

    Field agent and criminologist for the Iowa Department of Criminal Investigation, John Christian Harrow is at the Iowa State Fair helping protect the president of the United States. He sees a suspicious looking male with a hand in his pocket and reacts instantly. He becomes a hero for preventing an assassination of the President. However, he comes home to find his wife and son murdered; blood everywhere.

    Six years later Harrow works for UBC's reality show Crime Seen! that has led to the capture of more than a dozen dangerous felons. An ambitious P.A. sees on the internet a crime where the victim's finger was cut off (Harrow's wife had her ring removed) a grain of corn grass found in the Heartland, but the crime took place in Florida.

    Harrow gathers a team to track down a killer who is waiting to tell his story and killing will get the attention he wants from the cops and the media. He is killing certain targets and the TV coverage is being used by The Messenger who wants Harrow and the public to find him. Harrow wants this violent guy who has killed wives and children all over the country because his M.O. is identical to what happened to his loved ones and other families..

    This is a terrific cat and mouse thriller in which readers anticipate the High Noon showdown even if the plot has been used numerous times before though reality TV refreshes it as ratings supersede justice. Whereas UBC counts viewers, Harrow and his team want to prevent more homicides by bringing the message of justice to the killer. Filled with shockers and twists throughout, fans will enjoy this fast-paced tale with the biggest stunner being pity for the psychopath.

    Harriet Klausner

    7 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 26, 2010

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    Entertaining

    I enjoyed reading this crime thriller but I hated the title. It was just a little cheesy for my taste. The book however was a good page turner and I enjoyed the plot twists and satisfying ending. I thought the character development was good and I was pulled into their lives. I thought it was well worth the read.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 31, 2011

    Worth the reading time!

    A nice paced book with well developed charactors. Not too many plot twists but still keeps your attention throughout. If you are looking for a book with no sexual content, very little graphic language and a bit of a mystery throughout - this is a great book for you.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 19, 2011

    Very Good

    This book was very well written. Once you get started with the story, it's very hard to put down. There are some chilling moments; the story keeps you guessing until the end. It appears that the author put a lot of time in research while writing the book, so it is a believable story.

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  • Posted September 14, 2010

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    A Good Read

    Collins and Clemens borrow from the TV show America's Most Wanted and its host John Walsh. In You Can't Stop Me, J.C. Harrow is a cop who loses his wife and son to a serial killer. Circumstances send Harrow into the limelight and, consequently, he becomes the host of a reality crime show. He uses this show to assemble an expert crime team and they travel the country tracking the killer with TV cameras following their every move.

    This is a quick read, with believable and likable characters. I found the authors had a thing for making most characters cute blondes and for describing what everyone was wearing. And the last line, in my opinion, was just plain silly. But those are minor things. Overall I enjoyed this one and would read another by these two authors.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 12, 2011

    A great read

    Fun, engaging, exciting. Collins is great at this sort of book.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 22, 2010

    YOU GOTTA READ THIS BOOK !! WONDERFUL...

    I COULDN'T PUT IT DOWN... SCARED ME TO DEATH, BUT I HAD TO READ ON TO THE END! i couldn't figure the this one out.. i read almost 24/7... its a 10 book...

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  • Posted September 4, 2011

    Good read

    Quick

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  • Posted August 31, 2011

    Meh.

    The whole plot was a little far fetched, and the ending seemed really rushed. I might try another book by this author in the future, even though i wasnt a huge fan of this one.

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  • Posted April 3, 2011

    Surprising!!

    This was a great story. I would recommend it. Good charactor development. It was just the perfect length. Good job.

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  • Posted March 12, 2011

    Great Book!

    Starting reading and couldnt put it down! I highly recommend this book to all crime story lovers!

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  • Posted March 7, 2011

    Great

    could not put this down

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    B&N doesn't know what it's doing give it back to Scott.

    SENSE B&N took over fictionwise and I can't seem to get a download that reads on my palm os I can't give any other rating.

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