The Queen (Patrick Bowers Files Series #5)

The Queen (Patrick Bowers Files Series #5)

by Steven James


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The Queen (Patrick Bowers Files Series #5) by Steven James

While investigating a double homicide in an isolated northern Wisconsin town, FBI Special Agent Patrick Bowers uncovers a high-tech conspiracy that twists through long-buried Cold War secrets and targets present-day tensions in the Middle East.

In his most explosive thriller yet, bestselling author Steven James delivers a multi-layered storytelling tour de force that not only delivers pulse-pounding suspense but also deftly explores the rippling effects of the choices we make.

The Queen is a techno-thriller that will leave you breathless, offered by the author Publishers Weekly calls a "master storyteller at the peak of his game."

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780800733032
Publisher: Baker Publishing Group
Publication date: 09/01/2011
Series: Patrick Bowers Files Series , #5
Pages: 528
Sales rank: 350,209
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.40(h) x 1.40(d)

About the Author

Critically acclaimed author Steven James has written more than thirty books, including Story, A Heart Exposed, and the bestselling Patrick Bowers thriller series. He is considered one of the nation's most innovative storytellers and versatile authors, and is a contributing editor to Writer's Digest. Steven lives in Tennessee with his wife and three daughters.

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Copyright © 2011 Steven James
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-8007-3303-2

Chapter One

18 hours later Thursday, January 8 Lorelette Mobile Home Park Merrill, Wisconsin 4:21 p.m.

I scanned the trailer park through the binoculars I'd borrowed from FBI SWAT Team Leader Torres.

Most of the task force had agreed that we should go in light, but FBI Director Wellington didn't want to take any chances. So, even though we hadn't been able to confirm that Travis Reiser was actually in the trailer, she'd ordered a full SWAT team present on site.

Now I was a quarter mile away with Team Leader Antón Torres, a rock-jawed jock I'd worked with on a dozen previous cases, by my side.

Eight inches of crusty snow covered the ground, but mounds at least four feet deep lay pushed up on the shoulders of the roads and at the ends of the parking areas.

A low pressure system was sweeping down from Canada, leaving a foot of snow in its wake. It would arrive tomorrow afternoon, and I was glad we were here today and not in the thick of the storm.

Most of the trailers in the park had paint that was faded or peeling, ripped screen doors, or rusted sheet-metal roofs telegraphing the economic demographic of the people living here. Nearly a third of the sixty trailers had abandoned toys, discarded sleds, or half-melted snowmen sandwiched in the tight quarters between the homes. A lot of children lived in this park. Not good.

The sun edged toward the bottom of the sky, lengthening the late-day shadows around us. Nearby, Torres's snipers waited for his go-ahead to take up position before twilight swallowed the park.

"Well?" he asked.

Once again I directed my gaze at the yellow single-wide trailer where we believed Reiser was staying. "Still no movement."

"His car is there."

"Yes." An eyewitness had seen Reiser enter the trailer last night. I didn't need to tell Antón that. We'd gone over all this earlier.

I handed him the binoculars, and while he studied the trailer I surveyed the area, noting entrance and exit routes and evaluating their relationship to the roads that wandered through this part of the county.

"All right." Torres set down the binoculars. "What are you thinking?"

"I see four possible exit routes." I gestured toward the west end of the park. "There, near the quarry, but if we put Saunders and Haley on the ridge, they'll have that one covered; the main entrance, one sniper can take that. There's a break in the metal fence to the south, but it looks like Reiser would need to cross the field behind his trailer to get there, so, unlikely." I pointed to the east. "I'd say that based on the layout of the park, if he rabbits he'll most likely head south, past that home—"

"With the snow angels."


Torres's jaw was set. "Kids are easier to handle than adults."

"And Reiser is experienced. He'll know it's a lot harder for snipers to take a shot if they see a child in the scope along with the target."

"They'll hesitate."

I nodded.

He studied the park. "I'm telling you, Pat, you have an instinct for this. You should've been SWAT instead of all this theoretical geospatial bull—" He cut himself off mid-curse, no doubt realizing that he was inadvertently turning his compliment into an insult. He corrected himself: "I'm just saying."

"I appreciate it."

Actually, the FBI's SWAT program wouldn't have been a bad choice, but I was born to work for the Bureau's National Center for the Analysis of Violent Crime, or NCAVC, and the last ten years had been a perfect fit for me.

"I'll go in first," I said.

He shook his head. "The director was clear. She wanted us to send in SWAT before you or Jake access the trailer."

"That's not the way to play this." This was not the only thing I disagreed with the director on. "People react in kind. When they feel threatened, they respond accordingly. You go in heavy, he's going to respond to meet the threat. I can talk him out." My experience as a field agent and as a homicide detective before that gave me street cred with Torres, and he didn't argue with me, just took a moment to peer through the binocs again. "Those are trailer homes," I added. "A shoot-out would mean—"

"Yeah. Rounds flying through the walls," he said grimly.

While he considered what I'd said, Agent Jake Vanderveld, the NCAVC profiler who was working this case with me, sauntered toward us. Broad shoulders. Blond hair. Meticulously trimmed mustache. I was thirty-seven, he was a few years younger. He nodded a greeting and slapped Torres on the shoulder.

"Where're we at?" Jake asked.

"Still deciding." Torres lowered the binoculars.

"Play it safe, Antón," I said. "Have people in place, but then—"

He made his decision, shook his head. "No. I'm not comfortable with it. I want my men in there first. You can follow close, right after the team, but I want to secure the premises first."

"Hang on," Jake spoke up, a little too authoritatively. "This is all a game to Reiser. He'll want to taunt Pat." Jake had helped lead us here and knew Reiser's file better than almost anyone. "If we send in a man in civilian clothes, Reiser'll think he has the upper hand. Play to his weakness, his arrogance, and you'll get close."

It was unusual for me and Jake to agree about anything, but apparently this time we were on the same wavelength.

Torres worked his jaw back and forth for a moment, then let out a small sigh. "All right. Listen. I go in with you, Pat. But I enter the trailer first."

"Plainclothes?" I said.

He nodded.

"Agreed." I stood. "And Travis Reiser might be the only key to finding Basque, so tell your team minimum force. We need to take him alive."

"That's not the priority here."

Basque had eluded us for six months now, and if we were right about Reiser, he might flip on Basque, turn him in. "Keep him alive, Antón."

"If this little prick takes any aggressive action, we're dropping him."

Though I wanted more reassurance that the SWAT team would hold off from taking Reiser down, they'd been trained, as I had, to fire at a target until it's no longer a threat. That wasn't the outcome I was looking for, but I knew Torres was right. You don't take chances, especially with someone like Reiser.

"All right," I said. "Let's go."

We all quieted our cells, one of the SWAT guys distributed radios to us, small, nearly invisible patches you wear just behind your ear, and while Torres changed into civilian clothes, I went to get some body armor.

Chapter Two

Torres by my side.

Reiser's pale yellow trailer sixty meters ahead of us.

The air—crisp, bitingly cold.

We knew if we pulled our guns at this point it would increase our perceived threat level, so we kept them holstered as we walked, as we scanned the area. "So, you asked her yet?" Torres said, keeping his voice low.

"Asked her?"


I glanced his way. "Who told you about that?"

"Little birdie."


"Okay, a big birdie."

I went back to scrutinizing the park. "If you must know. I'm waiting for the right time."

"The right time." "Yes."

"I'm telling you, don't be nervous, bro. You'll do fine."

"I'm not nervous."

"Mm-hmm." He crunched along the road beside me, sturdy, confident but not brash. I realized I was glad he was with me. "Just don't put it off too long. You only live once, you know."

"I'll keep that in mind."

Forty meters to Reiser's trailer.

Though I didn't want to, I eased aside thoughts of Lien-hua and carefully observed the park.

Despite the weather, several small faces were staring at me through the torn screen door of the trailer home that lay directly across the road. Abruptly, a woman pulled the children back into the shadows and swung the screen door, then the trailer door shut.

I didn't like this.

Any of it.

The trailer park brought back a swarm of dark memories from a crime scene fourteen years ago when I was a Milwaukee police detective and was forced to view the kinds of things no one should ever have to see: the body of Jasmine Luecke in her trailer home—or more precisely, what was left of her body, laid out gruesomely in the hallway.

The aftermath of one of Richard Devin Basque's crimes.

There were sixteen victims that we knew of. All young women. He kept them alive for as long as twelve hours while he surgically removed their lungs piece by piece and ate them, making the dying women watch as he did.

When I finally cornered him in an abandoned slaughterhouse in Milwaukee, he was holding his scalpel over his final victim, Sylvia Padilla. She was still alive when I arrived. Which, even after all these years, made the memory even more troubling.

Thirty meters.

I hadn't been able to save her—I doubted anyone could have—but I did manage to apprehend Basque, and he was eventually convicted, sent to prison, and spent thirteen years behind bars, most of it in solitary confinement.

But then, just over a year ago, the Seventh District Court announced Basque was going to receive a retrial after "a careful review of the culpatory DNA evidence and eyewitness testimony pertinent to the case."

And unbelievably, at the conclusion of his retrial last May, he was found not guilty and released from prison with official apologies from the judge, the warden, and even the governor.

Less than a month later, Basque started killing again.

This time with an accomplice.

Fifteen meters to the trailer.


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Booker13 More than 1 year ago
I read the last two, The Bishop and The Queen, because I had already bought them and wasted the money.  I do not like it when authors always have the bad guys outsmarting the cops at every turn.  I get the feeling this author doesn't particularly care for polize, FBI or any of these types.  Each book seems to have inept police, and bad cops.  Trying to hard with the relationship twists and turns, no longer even FEELS realistic.  Everything is running together and not in good ways.  I was glad to be at the  end of this one and decided to stop here.  I normally like an author and then read the entire series, but this is seriously FLAWED.  I don't think I want to spend the time trying to figure out which good friend of his is part of the bad guys again.  The redeeming character for a while was his daughter, but not sure even on that anymore.  And to continually have the bad guy get away so we can have him in yet another book is wearing thin.  
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Awesome series!
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The books are good..but am I the only one who thinks Tessa sounds and acts more like a child than a teenager? Very annoying
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jojoLJ More than 1 year ago
I have really enjoyed the Patrick Bowers series, they are well written, interesting and enjoyable to read.
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I loved reading these books could not put them down . I could not wait for the next one.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I found The Pawn in our church library and got hooked on the series.. Have read The Rook and The Bishop, and just finished The Queen. Great reads. Keeps me up late at night and hungry for more when I finish a book. The complete series - five stars all the way. I just purchased The King and can't wait to delve into it. Actually I dread finishing The King. What will I read next?
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I think instead of "the queen", this book should be called "the masterpiece." It was just that good...
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This series has been a real surprise. The Pawn was originally offered as a Free Friday nook book and I have been hooked ever since....
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CherieG More than 1 year ago
I've really been enjoying this series and am looking forward to the next book. They are a pretty quick and easy read. Great summer reading!
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