Sudden Impact

Sudden Impact

by William P. Wood


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ISBN-13: 9781620454664
Publisher: Turner Publishing Company
Publication date: 02/18/2014
Pages: 450
Product dimensions: 5.90(w) x 8.90(h) x 1.20(d)

About the Author

WILLIAM WOOD is the bestselling author of eight novels and one nonfiction book. As a deputy district attorney in California, he handled thousands of criminal cases and  put on over 50 jury trials. Two of Wood’s novels have been produced as motion pictures, including Rampage, filmed by Academy Award winning director William Friedkin (The French Connection, The Exorcist, Rules of Engagement), and Broken Trust, filmed by Jane Fonda Films with the screenplay written by Joan Didion and her husband John Gregory Dunne. Wood’s books have been translated into several foreign languages including French, Spanish, Japanese, German, Greek, and Polish. He lives in Sacramento, California.

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Quintana watched him, hunched over in the rain and wind, heading for Capitol Mall on which the grand new structure faced. Half of the block had been cordoned off partly with chain link fence and orange traffic cones for men and machines to use during the day. Quintana realized that Ensor, like him, had taken off his orange reflective vest sometime during their dull, lonely vigil. People emptied out of the heart of California’s capital city after five and after midnight there was no traffic, either. Just extra off-duty pay.

He turned and headed back through the lobby that had a reeking smell of damp cement and upturned earth. His flashlight beam bouncing around the manmade cavern made spectral shadows and fantastic monsters.

Suddenly Quintana heard the sharp screech of tires and a crunching—almost gelatinous—thud and a speeding engine’s whine fading swiftly with distance. The sounds came from behind him. Between them it seemed like a great deal of time passed, even though he realized it was a second, a fraction of a second perhaps.

He yanked out his handi-talkie from his raincoat and at a lope started back to the front of the construction site. “Tommy? What’s up? Tommy, you there? What’s going on?” he said rapidly.

His harsh questions to Ensor were met with silence. He snapped off his flashlight in case someone was waiting in the darkness and picked up his pace as he now raced toward the entrance. 

Quintana splashed through the pooled rain and mud outside the building, passed the trucks and cranes. He got to Capitol Mall, rain swept and deserted. He looked up and down the street and saw no one and he kept calling for Ensor on the handi-talkie, then he lifted his head and shouted aloud.

He snapped is flashlight back on and sent its beam sparkling with raindrops dancing into the street, past the link fence and the ragged line of overturned orange plastic cones. Then he spotted a bunched black shape in the middle of Capitol Mall.

As he ran toward it, Quintana wondered why everything was so dark; then an observant, detached part of his mind noted that several of the high overhead streetlights had blown out sometime recently during the storm.

When he got to the middle of the street, he instantly recoiled . . Ensor had been thrown onto his back, his uniform hat farther down in the lane. His right arm was bent across his body, white bone sticking up jaggedly, and his legs were tangled impossibly with each other so he seemed to have two left feet. Quintana got down on his knees and quickly checked for a pulse, found it in Ensor’s neck, and checked his breathing. He then saw that the left side of Ensor’s head, the prematurely gray-white streaked hair, was red and through a ragged hole, Quintana could see the pale gray of Tommy Ensor’s brain.

“Tommy? Can you hear me? Tommy? Tommy?” Quintana said loudly as a red sheet spread across Ensor’s face, blood and rain obscuring his unseeing eyes.

Quintana knew he shouldn’t move Ensor, but he couldn’t leave him in the middle of the street. Any car or truck wouldn’t make out either of them until it was too late. 

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gloriafeit More than 1 year ago
The opening line of this new book by this former Deputy District Attorney in California immediately explains the title, and propels the reader into the book: “Officer Bob Quintana did not see the car that hit his partner Tommy Ensor.” The two men are cops with the Sacramento Police Department, working an off-duty late night job providing security around a construction site in the downtown area. Ensor is 12 years older than Quintana. It is 1:30 AM on a cold, stormy night; visibility was poor, and the vehicle that struck Ensor sped off immediately after striking the man. Assistant Chief of Police Jerry Nishimoto heads up the investigation into the hit-and-run. Twenty-three years as a cop, he is one of two men in line for the top job, and apparently the office politics endemic in much of society is front and center in this instance, notwithstanding that a beloved cop’s life lies in the balance. The hero cop had been a recipient of the Medal of Valor, the men who worked with him feeling it was an honor to work with him. “Nish” assigns Detective Terry Nye of Major Crimes as lead investigator, together with his partner of six months, Rose Tafoya, and obviously he pulls out all the stops to try to find the perpetrator. Nye has 31 years on the job, and is 13 days from retirement, and says “I sure as hell wouldn’t have picked this for my last detail.” The identity of the driver of the vehicle that struck Ensor is revealed to the reader immediately - - well, on page 7. He is 42-year-old Superior Court Judge Frank Stevenson, a man with a wonderful wife and 11-year-old daughter; it appears that till now he has led an exemplary life, “the youngest judge in the courthouse [and thought to be the one] with the brightest future,” culminating in a hoped-for appointment to the appellate court, which has become a cause for his wealthy and influential father-in-law. However, any sympathy the reader may have felt for Stevenson quickly disappears when he realizes that there are no witnesses to the event, other than the victim himself, lying in his hospital bed with his recovery gravely in doubt. The novel is engrossing and suspenseful, with p.o.v. switching primarily among Nye and Tafoya, and Stevenson, as they work in opposite directions to resolve the investigation. The ending was unexpected, and expertly handled, and the novel is recommended.