Orphan X (Orphan X Series #1)

Orphan X (Orphan X Series #1)

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Orphan X (Orphan X Series #1) by Gregg Hurwitz

“Brilliantly conceived and plotted … Read this book. You’ll thank me later.” -- David Baldacci

Includes 7 free chapters of HELLBENT, the latest in the international bestselling Orphan X series.

Who is Orphan X?

The Nowhere Man is a legendary figure spoken about only in whispers. It’s said that when he’s reached by the truly desperate and deserving, the Nowhere Man can and will do anything to protect and save them. But he’s not merely a legend.

“Excellent…A smart, stylish, state-of-the-art thriller…might give Lee Child’s Jack Reacher books a run for their money.”—The Washington Post

Evan Smoak is a man with skills, resources, and a personal mission to help those with nowhere else to turn. He’s also a man with a dangerous past. Chosen as a child, he was raised and trained as an Orphan, an off-the-books black box program designed to create the perfect deniable intelligence asset: An assassin. Evan was Orphan X—until he broke with the program and used everything he learned to disappear. But now someone is on his tail. Someone with similar skills and training who will exploit Evan’s secret new identity as the Nowhere Man to eliminate him.

“Hurwitz melds nonstop action and high-tech gadgetry…in this excellent series opener.”
Publishers Weekly (starred review)

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781466876514
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Publication date: 01/19/2016
Series: Orphan X Series , #1
Sold by: Macmillan
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 368
Sales rank: 7,942
File size: 741 KB

About the Author

Gregg Hurwitz is the New York Times bestselling author of many thrillers, including the upcoming ORPHAN X. His novels have been shortlisted for numerous literary awards, graced top ten lists, and have been translated into 22 languages. He is also a New York Times bestselling comic book writer, having penned stories for Marvel (Wolverine, Punisher) and DC (Batman, Penguin). Additionally, he's written screenplays for or sold spec scripts to many of the major studios, and written, developed, and produced television for various networks. Gregg resides in Los Angeles.
GREGG HURWITZ is the New York Times bestselling author of more than a dozen novels, including the #1 international bestseller Orphan X. His books have been shortlisted for numerous literary awards, graced top ten lists, and have been translated into twenty-eight languages. He is also a New York Times bestselling comic book writer, having penned stories for Marvel (Wolverine, The Punisher) and DC (Batman). Additionally, he’s written screenplays for many major studios and written, developed, and produced television for various networks. The Last Chance is the sequel to The Rains, Gregg's first YA novel. Hurwitz resides in Los Angeles with two Rhodesian ridgebacks.

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Orphan X

By Gregg Hurwitz

St. Martin's Press

Copyright © 2016 Gregg Hurwitz
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4668-7651-4


The Morning-Beverage Measure

After picking up a set of pistol suppressors from a nine-fingered armorer in Las Vegas, Evan Smoak headed for home in his Ford pickup, doing his best not to let the knife wound distract him.

The slice on his forearm had occurred during an altercation at a truck stop. He usually didn't like to get involved with anything or anyone outside his missions, but there had been a fifteen-year-old girl in dire need of help. So here he was, trying not to bleed onto the console until he could get home and deal with it properly. For now he'd tied off the cut with one of his socks, using his teeth to cinch the knot.

Home would be good. He hadn't slept in a day and a half. He thought about the bottle of triple-distilled vodka in the freezer of his Sub-Zero. He thought about a hot shower and the soft sheets of his bed. He thought about the RoamZone phone in his glove box and how it was due to ring any day now.

Forging west through gridlocked Beverly Hills, he entered the embrace of the Wilshire Corridor, a stretch of residential towers that in Los Angeles qualified as high-rises. His building, the flamboyantly named Castle Heights, was the easternmost in the run, which gave the higher floors a clean line of sight to Downtown. Unrenovated since the nineties, it had an upscale dated vibe, with gleaming brass fixtures and salmon-tinged marble. Neither posh nor trendy in a city that revolved around both, Castle Heights suited Evan's needs precisely. It drew the old-fashioned well-to-do — surgeons, senior partners, silver-haired retirees with long-standing memberships at country clubs. A few years back, a middling point guard for the Lakers had moved in, bringing with him fifteen minutes of troublesome press, but he'd soon been traded away, allowing the residents to settle back into their cushion of quiet, low-key comfort.

Evan pulled through the porte cochere, gesturing to the valet that he'd park himself, then turned down the ramp leading beneath the building. His pickup slotted neatly into his space between two concrete pillars, shielded from much of the floor and the glow of the overhead fluorescents.

In the privacy of his truck, he untied the sock tourniquet from his forearm and eyed the cut. The edges were nice and clean, but it was a sight. Blood had caked in the faint hairs, and the cut itself hadn't fully clotted off. The damage was superficial. Six sutures, maybe seven.

He retrieved his cell from the glove box. The RoamZone was constructed of hardened black rubber, fiberglass casing, and Gorilla Glass. He kept it within earshot.


After checking the rearview to make sure the garage was empty, he got out and changed into one of the black sweatshirts he kept stashed behind the seat. The pistol suppressors were shoved into a paper grocery bag. He tossed the bloody shirt and sock on top of them.

After checking the RoamZone battery (two bars), he slid it into his front pocket and took the stairs up one level.

Outside the lobby door, he allowed himself a deep breath, readying for the transition from one world to another.

Thirty-two steps from door to elevator, a quick ride up, and he was clear.

He stepped into the lobby, the cool air scented of fresh-cut flowers. His shoes chirped against the tiles as he threaded through the bustle, smiling blandly at the residents moving to and fro with their shopping bags and cell-phone conversations. He was in his mid-thirties and quite fit, though not so muscular that he stood out. Just an average guy, not too handsome.

Castle Heights prided itself on its security measures, not least of which was that the elevator was controlled by the security desk. Evan gestured at the guard reclining before a bank of screens behind the high counter.

"Twenty-one, please, Joaquin," Evan said.

A voice came from behind him. "Just say 'penthouse,' why don't you? It is the penthouse level." A clawlike hand closed over his injured forearm, squeezing, and Evan felt a surge of burning beneath his sweatshirt.

He turned to the stubby, wizened woman at his side — Ida Rosenbaum of 6G — and produced a smile. "I suppose that's right, ma'am."

"And besides," she continued, "we have our Homeowner Association meeting in the conference room on ten. Starting right now. You've missed the last three, by my count." To compensate for hearing loss, her volume was prodigious, acquainting the entire lobby with Evan's attendance record.

The car arrived with a ding.

Mrs. Rosenbaum's grip intensified. She fixed her imperious stare on Joaquin. "He'll go to the HOA meeting."

"Wait! Hold the elevator!" The woman from 12B — Mia Hall — hip-checked her way through the glass front door, heavy purse swinging in one direction, her son in the other, iPhone pinched between her cheek and shoulder.

Evan released a weary breath and gently twisted his arm free of Mrs. Rosenbaum's grasp as they stepped into the elevator. He felt the blood running again, causing the sweatshirt fabric to cling.

As Mia hustled toward them, dragging her eight-year-old by his arm, she finished singing into the phone in double time: "Happy late birthday to you, happy sorry-my-car-broke-down-and-I-went-to-the-mechanic-who -told-me-I-needed-new-brake-disks-for-an-arm-and-a-leg -and-so-I-missed-picking-Peter-up-from-school-and-he-had -to-go-to-a-friend's-which-is-why-I-forgot-to-leave-you -a-message-earlier biiirrrtthday, happy birthday to you."

She lifted her cheek, letting the phone drop into her capacious purse. "Sorry! Sorry. Thanks." Rushing into the elevator, she called across, "Hi, Joaquin. Don't we have an HOA meeting right now?"

"Indeed we do," Mrs. Rosenbaum said pointedly.

Joaquin raised his eyebrows at Evan — Sorry, brother — and then the doors were closing behind them. Ida Rosenbaum's perfume, in close quarters, was blinding.

It did not take her long to break the relative silence of the car. "Everyone with their phones plugged into their faces all the time," she said to Mia. "You know who predicted this? My Herb, may he rest in peace. He said, 'One day it'll be so that people talk to screens all day and won't even require other humans.'"

As Mia took up the conversation, Evan glanced down at Peter, who was staring up at him with charcoal eyes. His thin blond hair lay lank, aside from one lock that swirled up in the back, defying gravity. A colorful Band-Aid had been applied to his pronounced forehead. His head tilted as he peered down at Evan's foot. Slowly, Evan became aware of cool air on his bare ankle. The missing sock. He took a half step, sliding the offending ankle out of the boy's line of sight.

Mia's voice floated over him.

Clearly she had asked him a question. He looked up at her. A scattering of light freckles, not visible under weaker light, covered the bridge of her nose, and her glossy chestnut hair was a lush, piled mess. He'd grown accustomed to seeing her in frantic single-parent mode — runs in her stockings, slightly out of breath, juggling Batman lunch box and satchel briefcase — but the glow from behind the panels cast her now in a different light.

"I'm sorry?" he said.

"Don't you think?" she repeated, mussing Peter's hair affectionately. "Life would be boring if we didn't have other people around complicating everything?"

Evan felt the fabric of the sleeve wet against his forearm. "Sure," he said.

"Mom? Mom. Mom. My Band-Aid, it's coming off."

"Case in point," Mia said to Mrs. Rosenbaum, who did not return her smile. Mia fussed in her purse. "I have some more in here somewhere."

"The Muppet ones," Peter said. He had a raspy voice, older than suited an eight-year-old. "I want Animal."

"You have Animal. On your noggin."

"Then Kermit."

"Kermit was this morning. Miss Piggy?"

"No way. Gonzo."

"We have Gonzo!"

As she smoothed the new Band-Aid into place with her thumbs, kissing Peter's head at the same time, Evan risked a quick glance down at his sleeve. He was bleeding through, the black fabric even darker over his forearm. He shifted, and the pistol suppressors clanked together in the paper grocery bag dangling at his side. A wet splotch had appeared on the bag — the bloody sock leaking through. Gritting his teeth, he spun the bag around and set it on the floor with the stain facing the wall.

"It's Evan, right?" Mia had directed her attention at him again. "What do you do again?"


"Oh? What kind of stuff?"

He glanced at the floor indicators. The elevator seemed to be moving glacially. "Industrial cleaning supplies. We sell to hotels and restaurants, mostly."

Mia shouldered against the wall. Due to a missing button, her knockoff blazer gapped wide at the lapels, providing a generous view of her dress shirt. "Well? Aren't you gonna ask me what I do?" Her tone was amused yet stopped shy of flirtatious. "That is how conversations work."

District attorney, Grade III, Torrance Courthouse. Widowed five years and change. Bought her small unit on the twelfth floor a few months ago with what remained of the life-insurance money.

Evan produced a pleasant smile. "What do you do?"

"I am," she said, with mock grandiosity, "a district attorney. So you better watch your step."

He hoped the noise he made sounded appropriately impressed. She gave a satisfied nod and produced a poppy-seed muffin from her purse. From the corner of his eye, Evan noticed Peter again staring at his bare ankle with curiosity.

The elevator stopped on the ninth floor. Fresh from the social room, a coterie of residents crowded in, led by Hugh Walters, HOA president and monologist of the highest order. "Excellent, excellent," he said. "A good showing at tonight's meeting is essential. We'll be voting on which morning beverages to offer in the lobby."

Evan said, "Actually, I —"

"Decaf or regular."

"Who drinks decaf anyways?" asked Lorilee Smithson, 3F, a third wife with a face turned vaguely feline by decades of plastic surgery.

"People with A-fib," Mrs. Rosenbaum weighed in.

"Knock it off, Ida," Lorilee said. "You just talk down to me because I'm beautiful."

"No. I talk down to you because you're stupid."

"I say we offer kombucha," Johnny Middleton, 8E, chimed in. A hair-plugged forty-something, he'd moved in with his widowed father, a retired CFO, some years back. As always, Johnny wore a warm-up suit with the decal of the mixed-martial-arts program he'd been attending — or at least talking about incessantly — for the past two years. "It's got probiotics and antibodies. Way healthier than decaf."

A few more residents piled in, crowding Evan against the rear wall. His skin prickled; his blood hummed with impatience. Theaters of war and high-threat zones focused his composure, but Castle Heights small talk left him utterly devoid of bearings. Mia glanced up from the muffin she was picking at and gave him an eye roll.

"We haven't heard much from you lately, Mr. Smoak," Hugh said with a practiced air of superciliousness. Probing eyes stared out from behind black-framed glasses so old-fashioned they were trendy again. "Would you like to weigh in on the morning-beverage measure?"

Evan cleared his throat. "I don't have a strong need for kombucha."

"Maybe if you worked out once in a while instead of playing with spreadsheets all day," Johnny stage-whispered, the dig bringing a titter from Lorilee and glares of condemnation from others.

Fighting for patience, Evan glanced down, watching the stain on his sleeve slowly spread. Casually, he crossed his arms, covering the blood.

"Your sweatshirt," Mia whispered. She leaned toward him, bringing with her the pleasing scent of lemongrass lotion. "It's wet."

"I spilled something on it in the car," Evan said. Her eyes remained on the sleeve, so he added, "Grape juice."

"Grape juice?"

The elevator lurched abruptly to a stop.

"Whoa," Lorilee said. "What happened?"

Mrs. Rosenbaum said, "Maybe your augmented lips hit the emergency stop button."

The residents stirred and milled about, livestock crammed in a pen. A blur at Evan's side drew his attention — Peter crouching, his little fingers closing on Evan's pant cuff, lifting it to reveal the curiously bare ankle. Evan pulled his foot away, accidentally knocking over the grocery bag. One of the pistol suppressors rolled free, the metal tube rattling on the floor.

Peter's eyes flared wide, and then he snatched up the suppressor and shoved it back into Evan's bag.

"Peter," Mia said. "Get up. We don't crawl on the floor. What are you thinking?"

He rose shyly, twisting one hand in the other.

"I dropped something," Evan said. "He was just getting it for me."

"The hell was that thing?" Johnny asked.

Evan elected to let the question pass as rhetorical.

Johnny finally unstuck the red lever, and the elevator continued up. When they reached the tenth floor, Hugh held the doors open. He looked from Peter to Mia. "I take it you didn't arrange child care?"

The eight or so women in proximity bristled.

"I'm a single mom," Mia said.

"HOA guidelines expressly specify that no children are allowed during committee meetings."

"Fair enough, Hugh." Mia flashed a radiant smile. "You're the one who's gonna lose the swing vote on the hanging begonias in the pool area."

Hugh frowned and moved on with the others into the hall. Evan tried to stay behind with Mia and Peter, but Mrs. Rosenbaum reached back and fastened her hand over his forearm again, cracking the developing scabs beneath the sweatshirt. "Come on now," she said. "If you live in this building, you'll do your part like everyone else."

"I'm sorry," Evan said. "I have to get back to those spreadsheets."

He loosened Mrs. Rosenbaum's hand. Her pruned finger pads were smeared with his blood. He gave her hand a formal little pat, using the gesture as cover to wipe her fingers clean with his other palm as he withdrew his arm into the elevator.

The doors closed. Mia folded the remains of her poppy-seed muffin in the paper wrapper, jammed it into her purse, and shot a sigh at the ceiling. They rode the elevator up in silence, Evan holding the paper bag, the top crumpled down to cover the stain. He kept his sockless foot and bloody sleeve facing the wall on the far side of Mia and Peter.

Peter held his gaze dead ahead. They reached the twelfth floor, and Mia said good-bye and stepped out, Peter trailing her. The doors started to close behind them, but then a tiny hand snaked through the bumpers and they jerked and retracted.

Peter's face appeared, his solemn expression undermined by Gonzo staring out from the Band-Aid on his forehead. "Thanks for covering for me," he said.

Before Evan could respond, the doors had slid shut once again.


Fortress of Solitude

The façade of 21A's front door matched the others in the building precisely, adhering to HOA regs and passing unnoticed before the eagle eye of Hugh Walters on his monthly floor inspections. What Hugh didn't know was that the thin wood laminate concealed a steel door fire-rated at six hours, immune to battering rams, and effective in repelling hinge-area breaching charges.

Arriving at his place at last, Evan slid his key into the ordinary-looking dead bolt. When he turned the key, a concealed network of security bars inside the door released with a sturdier-than-normal clank.

He stepped inside, locked the door behind him, deactivated the alarm, dropped the bloody grocery bag on a glass accent table, and exhaled.


Or at least his version of it.

Copious windows and balconies maximized the corner penthouse panorama. Twelve miles to the east, the downtown skyline glittered jaggedly, and Century City rose to the south.

The condo's layout was largely open, gunmetal gray concrete floors split by a freestanding central fireplace, numerous pillars, and a steel staircase that spiraled up to a rarely used loft Evan had converted to a reading room. The kitchen featured poured-concrete counters, stainless-steel appliances, brushed-nickel fixtures, and a backsplash of mirrored subway tiles. The broad island overlooked a spacious, sparse plain broken by training mats, various workout stations, and the occasional sitting area.

The windows and sliding glass doors were made of Lexan, a bullet-resistant polycarbonate thermoplastic resin, and the retractable sunscreens added a second layer of discreet armoring. Built of tiny interlocking rings like chain mail, the woven metal was composed of a rare titanium variation. The screens could stop most sniper rounds that might penetrate the bullet-resistant panes. They added an additional protective shield from explosive devices while obscuring the sight line of would-be trackers or assassins.

And they provided excellent shade from the sun.

Even the walls themselves had been reinforced. Evan had undertaken these upgrades slowly over the years, using different suppliers each time, shipping the equipment piecemeal to various addresses, assembling much of the gear off-site. When he needed to hire installers, he ensured that they never knew precisely what they were installing. With meticulous planning and patience, he had built a fortress of solitude without anyone's taking notice.


Excerpted from Orphan X by Gregg Hurwitz. Copyright © 2016 Gregg Hurwitz. Excerpted by permission of St. Martin's Press.
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Table of Contents


Title Page,
Copyright Notice,
Prologue: Trial by Fire,
1. The Morning-Beverage Measure,
2. Fortress of Solitude,
3. Broken Like Me,
4. I'll Be Waiting,
5. Other Things,
6. Please Don't,
7. Who's Who in the Zoo,
8. Unmarred,
9. A Damn Saint,
10. Cloak and Dagger,
11. What Now?,
12. A Woman's Job,
13. Professionals,
14. Dream Come True,
15. Tick, Tick, Tick,
16. The Two Wolves,
17. Broken Pieces,
18. Look Closer,
19. Advertising Cost,
20. Red Hands,
21. Dead Drop,
22. Pieces of His True Self,
23. Reading the Chessboard,
24. Fucked-Up Date,
25. Business of a Certain Type,
26. Unnerved,
27. Cat and Mouse,
28. Unholy Union,
29. There and Gone,
30. The Calling Song,
31. More Truth than Lies,
32. Nowhere to Go,
33. The Long Haul,
34. The Samurai-Sword Incident,
35. Hymn to Freedom,
36. Special Girl,
37. Sooner or Later,
38. A Shield of Killers,
39. A Noise that Kept Not Coming,
40. Blind Spots,
41. Emotional Centers,
42. The Inside of a Conspiracy Theorist's Mind,
43. Scary, Scary Man,
44. Self-Fueling Engine,
45. Human Hive,
46. Pyrotechnic Horrors,
47. One Breath,
48. Shot-to-Shit,
49. Scarlet Trail,
50. The Ghost of Her Lips,
51. *&^%*!,
52. The Other Guy's Hand,
53. A Backstroke with No Water,
54. No,
55. Silent Work,
56. The Tenth Commandment,
57. Another Lit Window,
58. Parting Gift,
59. Next Time,
Epilogue: Loss,
About the Author,
Also by Gregg Hurwitz,

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Orphan X 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 18 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I sort of just happened upon this book based on its best-seller status, and thought it sounded interesting. I was clueless!! The storyline was so intriguing, I stayed up all night and finished it in one sitting!! If you are a thriller fan, you'll enjoy this book. I havent read any of the author's other work, but I certainly plan to now. Id rate him right up there with Lee Child, Brad Thor, & better than David Baldacci.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Excellent. His books are always the best. Hated for it to end.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great story, read in one day, could not put it down.
Meemo_B 7 days ago
This is the first book in the Orphan X series, and what a great start to a series. Fast-paced, with a fascinating main character in Evan Smoak. His background is a bit reminiscent of Vince Flynn’s Mitch Rapp character, but Evan Smoak has transformed himself into the Nowhere Man, who uses the skills he learned as a government operative to privately help ordinary citizens who find themselves in extreme danger, and then asks them to “pay it forward” by passing his phone number on to one person who needs his help. But this time he finds himself unsure of who whom he can trust when two different people say his last client has passed his number to them. The end left me anxious to move on to the next book in the series - and to me that’s an excellent recommendation for the first book in a series. Thanks to Netgalley and St. Martin’s Press/Minotaur Books for providing a copy for an unbiased review.
Meemo_B 7 days ago
This is the first book in the Orphan X series, and what a great start to a series. Fast-paced, with a fascinating main character in Evan Smoak. His background is a bit reminiscent of Vince Flynn’s Mitch Rapp character, but Evan Smoak has transformed himself into the Nowhere Man, who uses the skills he learned as a government operative to privately help ordinary citizens who find themselves in extreme danger, and then asks them to “pay it forward” by passing his phone number on to one person who needs his help. But this time he finds himself unsure of who whom he can trust when two different people say his last client has passed his number to them. The end left me anxious to move on to the next book in the series - and to me that’s an excellent recommendation for the first book in a series. Thanks to Netgalley and St. Martin’s Press/Minotaur Books for providing a copy for an unbiased review.
MusicInPrint 7 days ago
Gregg Hurwitz - - I AM SO GLAD I FOUND YOUR AMAZING BOOK!! Totally enjoyed his writing style along with his amazing characters. Secretive, invisible GO-GOODER Orphan X leaps into action at the ring of his phone. Trained in everything a government asset needs he exists minus humanity. Book has action, hope, but just the hint of romance. Can't wait to read more in this series. A copy of this book was provided by ST. Martin's Press via Netgalley with no requirements for a review. Comments here are my honest opinion." BRING ON more in THE NOWHERE MAN.
Bobbie Kirkland 9 days ago
I received a free copy of Orphan X by Gregg Hurwitz through NetGalley in exchange for an honest review. This was a great book. As a fan of the old television show The Equalizer, I really enjoyed this book. Evan Smoak has a lot to make up for. He was raised to be a government assassin, and for a length of time, he killed on demand. When Evan became disillusioned and began questioning the basis for some of his termination orders, he decided it was time to remove himself from government work. In an effort to do good and to make up for some of his more questionable assignments, Evan decides to employ his deadly skills to assist those who desperately need help with a final type of solution. However, to the government, Evan is a loose end. How will Evan handle being both predator and prey?
Anonymous 7 months ago
I thoroughly enjoyed this book and the characters.
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Robynn More than 1 year ago
Great book!! I hated for this to end, it was so good and written so well. Love Evan and will continue reading this series. An excellent suspense and action book.
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GratefulGrandma More than 1 year ago
Hold onto your seat for this thriller! When Evan was young, a man rescued him from the orphanage. He was living a tough life and was happy to go with him. The man, Jack John, became a surrogate father to Evan, he also became his handler. This was an off the books, black ops training program which took children from difficult life situations and taught them to be employed as assassins. He trained him in every imaginable form of self-defense, weaponry, meditation, hand-to-hand combat and intelligence. Evan became one of the best operatives in the Orphan Program. Evan took the last name of Smoak as they never used their real names. As far as the program was concerned, the Orphans were known only by letters—Evan became Orphan X. When the program was disbanded and Jack killed, Evan went into hiding. He grew restless and knew he needed to do something. Using the skills that Jack had taught him, wanting to honour Jack and help others, he became the Nowhere Man, the last resort for a person in desperate trouble. No one knows who the Nowhere Man is, but they know if they call him, he will help rescue them from a seemingly helpless situation. The only way someone can contact him is if he/she is given his contact information by the previous beneficiary of his services. Once they have passed on the number, there is no contact between them anymore. It's a lonely existence, but it is the only existence he knows. When he begins to have feelings for Mia, a single mother in his building and her young son, he is not sure what to do. He does not want to get involved, but he is pulled by the innocence and genuineness of both of them. When something goes awry with his latest client and he realizes that the sniper shooting at them in a restaurant is really after him, he is upset that he is put his newest client in danger. What happens next will keep you on the edge of your seat. I really liked Evan. He was caring and compassionate when he did not want to be, put himself out there to help others, was smart and did not give up. Mia and Peter were the relief in his life and were very likeable. Peter was a curious, funny yet very innocent. Mia had to be strong for Peter, but was just like the rest of us, vulnerable and let it out when she thought no one was around. The suspense was well written and kept you guessing right to the end. There was a little too much killing for my taste, which is why I gave it 4 stars and not 5, but it was an essential part of the plot. If you like thrillers with a lot of action and killing, you will love this book. Even though I am not a big fan of a lot of violence, I still liked it and am getting ready to read the next one in the Evan Smoak Series. The publisher generously provided me with a copy of this book via Netgalley.
Carstairs38 More than 1 year ago
You’ll Definitely Want to Meet Orphan X While I have enjoyed Gregg Hurwitz’s standalone thrillers, I’ve often wished I could revisit some of his characters in a series. He’s taken that leap back to series with Orphan X, and what a thrill ride it is. Evan Smoak was approached as a twelve-year-old and trained to become a top member of a program you’ve never heard of. Branded Orphan X, he was sent on multiple top secret assignments involving assassination and other black ops. As thanks, Evan has landed on most wanted lists the world over, including the USA. When Evan left the program, he set himself up in a fortress in Los Angeles. Now, he spends his time helping people get out of impossible situations. Only his newest client seems to be more than he bargained for. At their initial meetings, someone shoots up the restaurant where they are. Can Evan save her? Obviously, this is not the kind of book I normally pick up to read, but when I do pick up one of Gregg’s books, I never regret it because they are such fun. This one is no exception. Evan is a blast to be around. Okay, so he might be a bit of a superhero in some ways, but as the book goes along, we do see the human side of him, and I look forward to seeing him be fully fleshed out as the series continues. I can definitely see how that would happen given some of the supporting characters we meet in this book. They definitely have the potential to really draw Evan out, and they felt very real to me already. I was tempted to write off the beginning of the book as set up, but as the book continued I fully understood just how important it all was. And once Evan meets with the main client, things really take off and we never look back. This is a delightful ride that left me turning pages as quickly as I could. And that ending makes me wish the next in the series were out already. We get some flashbacks to Evan’s past that help set the scene for this book. They are sprinkled into the beginning of the book but never feel like they slow things down. The fact that they aren’t dumped on us all at once helps not break the pace of the current story. Evan Smoak may be larger than life, but he is going to be a fun character to revisit. Orphan X will leave you breathless for his next adventure.
pmm1963 More than 1 year ago
I loved every page of this book and wish I could give it more than 5 stars. Was reluctant to read it at first as it had been hyped as being so crazy good that I was worried about too much of a build up and being disappointed. It lives up to everything I'd heard about it. At the age of 12, Evan Smoak was removed from an orphanage and went thru some very specialized training. He has since left that life and is simply trying to help people with his set of specialized skills and live an unnoticed life. He has succeeded at this for several years but the past has caught up with him. The book mixes his current life with memories of his childhood and the training he received. The pace of the book is great and it was so much fun to read. I'm torn now between worrying that the next book in the series can't possibly live up to this book and desperate for the next book to come out as I can't wait to read it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Page turner! Readit in 3 days!
tlcaz1 More than 1 year ago
One of the Best Books I've Read In Awhile!!! Gregg Hurwitz's, "Orphan X" is a book I could not put down! It's well written, fast-paced, and filled with neat gadgets. I highly recommend this book!
Twink More than 1 year ago
I've enjoyed a number of Gregg Hurwitz's previous books - he has penned quite a few page turning thrillers. His latest book, Orphan X, has just released. It's the first in a planned series - and I'd say it's off to a great start! Evan was plucked from an orphanage at twelve by a shadowy arm of the US government - a covert group runs The Orphan Program. Their mandate? To train assassins. Evan was one of the most successful 'graduates' of the program - until he'd had enough and decided to disappear. Now, he uses his skill set to help those who can't help themselves - he's The Nowhere Man. And that was working - until his past decided to catch up with him. Now, someone has turned the tables and is trying to kill him.... Evan is a strong protagonist - skilled, resourceful, driven - all the characteristics that an action driven lead should possess. But there is a flip side to Evan - he does have a conscience and is determined to protect 'innocents'. It is this flip side that allows the reader to like Evan and hope that he escapes whoever is pursuing him. And what a pursuit! Action and more action! And all of drawn and depicted so clearly that I could easily picture it in my mind. Hurwitz has done his research as well - there were numerous technological tools and obscure skills used that were well detailed. The story isn't straight forward though - who he can trust is a problem for Evan. Are the innocents he's trying to protect really what they claim? Or are they the assassins sent to kill him? The twists of the plot kept me guessing until the final chapters. The book ends on a nice little unexpected scene that just whets the reader's appetite for the next in the series. If you enjoy the Jason Bourne and Jack Reacher novels, will enjoy this one. The movie rights to Orphan X have already been snapped up - Bradley Cooper to produce.