Dark Harbor

Dark Harbor

by David Hosp

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Dark Harbor by David Hosp

A stunning debut thriller reminiscent of the novels of David Baldacci. When the body of his co-worker and ex-lover is found in Boston Harbor, attorney Sean Finn becomes a suspect in her murder. With an ambitious female police detective also after answers, Finn is unaware of what's at stake if the truth about the killing is finally uncovered.

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ISBN-13: 9780446549813
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
Publication date: 11/15/2008
Sold by: Hachette Digital, Inc.
Format: NOOK Book
Sales rank: 105,915
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Dark Harbor


By David Hosp

Warner Books

Copyright © 2005 Richard David Hosp
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-446-57693-X


Chapter One

August 2006

HER BODY WAS FOUND on a Sunday evening. It might have been discovered earlier, but floating in Boston Harbor it blended in with the logs and tires and trash that spilled over from the city.

She was the seventh, or so they thought at the time. Two weeks had passed since the sixth, and people were holding their breath, greedy in their anticipation. Not since the days when the Boston Strangler prowled his way across Beacon Hill had a singular fear so titillated New Englanders.

She was found by a police officer-Officer Paul Stone-who stumbled on her, almost literally. Twenty-two years old and fresh from the police academy, he spent his afternoons on foot patrol along the piers at the edge of South Boston-"Southie," as it was known to the locals. It was a lousy assignment. Directly across Fort Point Channel from downtown Boston, the edge of Southie was lifeless on the weekends, particularly in the heat of late August. The Boston World Trade Center was deserted, as were the new Convention Center and the Federal Courthouse. Other than those outcast buildings, the area was dominated by warehouses, parking lots, and storage facilities, the majority of which were shut down on Sundays. Stone felt as if he were in some postapocalyptic version of his hometown as he patrolled up and down the center of empty streets.

He walked halfway across the abandoned Northern Avenue Bridge at around seven o'clock. It was nearing dusk and most of the lights were on in the skyscrapers in front of him. Many were of the fluorescent variety, beaming out unfriendly from office towers where the lights seemed to burn around the clock, but others glowed from apartment buildings, shimmering along the city's edge and easing the evening's transition. At the bridge's center, he took one last look at the financial district, then turned and followed his patrol route back toward Southie.

The top of his shirt was open to the summer heat as he walked back along the bridge, but there was very little wind. A nice sea breeze might have made the beat more bearable, but the water was still and silent, and he cursed the heat as his collar rode up on his neck, soaked through with sweat.

It was high tide, and the piers seemed peaceful. The sunset over his shoulder cast a flat, pre-dusk light on the shoreline, highlighting the pockets of garbage floating by the shore along the harbor's embankments.

One particular clump caught Stone's eye; a dark mass stuck on a piling twenty yards or so east of the bridge. A metal object in the center of the lump was clinging unnaturally high on the piling. It had found the last rays of sunlight and was reflecting them right into Stone's eyes. He followed the glimmer out of boredom and curiosity, leaving the bridge, turning left, and walking along the shoreline.

When he came to the piling, he leaned over the embankment to take a look.

He could see the object now. It was a watch-a nice one, too. A Movado. The crisp silver casing that formed the simple, understated watch face still held the sunlight from the west. Stone was no longer focused on the watch itself, though; his attention was riveted on the wrist to which it was attached. It was delicate yet firm, and extended up from the water, supporting a slim hand that seemed to be reaching for help. It was so desperate in its pose that Stone's heart skipped a beat, and he reached over the harbor wall to grab hold. It was foolish, he realized, but he did it out of reflex and instinct. The cold, dead feel of the skin returned him to reality and he jerked himself back.

As he let go of the hand, the wrist slipped off its catch on the piling and the entire dark mass rolled over in the water. Stone found himself staring straight down into the face of a woman submerged just inches below the water's surface. Her eyes were open, as if to take one final look at the late summer sky. She was dressed in what looked like a tight-fitting black outfit, and around her neck was a bright red ribbon holding a gold crucifix in place at the top of her chest. Stone had the feeling that she was staring at him, and his heart skipped again when he looked into her eyes. They were clear blue, and they were mesmerizing. Later that night, in trying to recall the entirety of the incident, his only specific recollection would be of those eyes.

He stumbled back from the edge of the embankment and reached for his radio. He was about to call the precinct when a wave of nausea overtook him and he lunged toward the nearest bushes.

After he'd taken a moment to compose himself, he picked up his radio again. "Dispatch, this is Patrol Twelve. I've got a DB Code Thirty in the harbor. Right by the Northern Avenue Bridge, south side. Over."

It seemed like hours before the call was answered. "Patrol Twelve, this is dispatch, could you repeat that?"

"Yeah, I've got a body floating in the goddamned harbor! Caucasian female. Looks like she's in her twenties or thirties. Is that you, Kate?" Stone was friendly with the dispatcher. They'd both grown up in Southie, as had many of the cops in the precinct, and she'd gone to school with his older brother.

"Yeah, it's me, Paul. Don't touch anything. I'm gonna get a team down there to take over on crime scene. Just make damn sure no one goes near the area."

"That shouldn't be too much of a problem. It's just me and the seagulls down here, and I'm sure as hell not going swimming with a stiff."

There was silence on the other end of the radio for a few moments, and after a while Stone started to get nervous. The humidity was oppressive, and he could feel his uniform sticking to his body, bunching uncomfortably in the crevices where his limbs met his torso. It was as if the air was pushing in on him; a stress test draining his arms and legs of their strength as the sweat ran in streams down his back and chest. He began to have the feeling that someone was watching him from a distance, but there was no movement along the waterfront, and he assumed it was just his imagination.

"Kate?" he said into his handset. There was no answer. He walked to the edge of the harbor and looked over the embankment again. The harbor-lady was still there, looking up at him in apparent indifference.

"Kate, you there?" he repeated. He could hear the edge in his voice and he hoped that it wouldn't be obvious back at the station house. He didn't really care, though. He was feeling spooked.

"Yeah, Paul, hold on a minute." Kate's voice calmed him down a little. "Okay," she said after a brief pause. "We've got the task force from Area A-1 on the way down. They should be there in a couple of minutes."

"Okay, I'll be here."

There was another pause. Then, unable to contain her curiosity, Kate asked the question. "Is it him?"

"I don't know, Kate. Red choker. Gold cross. Yeah, I'd say it's probably him. It's just a guess, though."

Kate didn't respond. Stone stood for a moment, looking down at the lifeless figure in the water. Then he sat down on the embankment to wait in silence.

(Continues...)



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Cimarron More than 1 year ago
I got this as a free book for my nook, which goes every where with me, this is a new author for me, once I started this book I could not put it down, as I was reading it was like watching a movie in front of my eyes, I could actually see what was happening as I read, needless to say I have purchased David Hosp's other books, have not read them as yet but have reccomended them to other friends who have purchased his other books also and loved them I am sure they will be as good ! I highly reccommend reading his books, they will keep you on the edge of your seat !
KarrieLynn More than 1 year ago
I was happy with the story line, character development, writing style and when I was done, I wanted more.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Scott Finn rose from the slums of a tough Boston neighborhood to the top of an elite law firm, but the past he tried to forget may be the only thing to help him... Scott's ex-girlfriend and close colleague, Natalie Caldwell, is found floating in Boston Harbor. Immediately Natalie is named the latest victim of 'Little Jack', a serial killer much like Jack-the-Ripper terrorizing Boston. Police detective Linda Flaherty notices some inconsistencies between Natalie and the other six victims, and the more she probes into the crime she finds Natalie may have been hiding a shady past. Finn, not only dealing with the death of his friend, but a high-profile case that could make his career, finds himself the prime suspect in Natalie's murder and the only person that could help him is the same person who believes he is a suspect...Linda Flaherty. 'Dark Harbor' is a fast paced page-turner that marks the debut of a powerhouse author. David Hosp has written a lightning quick tale that, in a style reminiscent to that of David Baldacci, grabs the reader on page one and doesn't let go. The well-written and gripping plot twists and turns all the way through to a shocking conclusion that will leave readers satisfied and anxiously awaiting the next novel from Mr. Hosp. 'Dark Harbor', a great choice for thriller fans, is destined for a spot on the bestseller lists. A MUST read! Nick Gonnella
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is an excellent debut novel for this author. I picked this book up on a whim, and I absolutely loved it... enough to look it up and see if others liked it as much as I did! It is fast paced and very interesting, every turn of the page held my attention. I've read Grisham, and this was as good as any of his books... Not as quick paced as Patterson. Takes place in my hometown of Boston! I love that! But this book will be enjoyable for a reader from any city!
Guest More than 1 year ago
a terrific debut thriller,,definitely a page turner ,don't miss it..
Guest More than 1 year ago
I first found out about this book from a tv show here in Boston called Chronical. They just happened to be covering local writers when Hosp was mentioned and I became interested in this book. Hosp held my attention from the very first page. The characters were well developed and there were a few twists that made this book such a thriller. I definately see this being a movie in the future. i am also a Grisham fan (at least his earlier books up to The King of Torts)and feel that Hosp has out done Grisham with this one. I hope there is more to come from David Hosp!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
His writing is clear forceful and dynamic. The storyline stays focused but not to the point of boredom ever. This guy is a Wordsmith and he appears well-integrated in terms of the cognitive and the affect. One good storyteller.
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