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Target of Opportunity
     

Target of Opportunity

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by Max Byrd
 

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Bestselling author Max Byrd delivers a brilliant, revenge-filled tale of a WWII Police Inspector, who trails his vengeful sister-in-law after her husband’s death.

On a relaxing vacation at Lake Tahoe, San Francisco Police Inspector Gilman and his brother-in-law, former Washington attorney Donald Kerwin, stop into a 7-Eleven—and are met with a torrent

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Bestselling author Max Byrd delivers a brilliant, revenge-filled tale of a WWII Police Inspector, who trails his vengeful sister-in-law after her husband’s death.

On a relaxing vacation at Lake Tahoe, San Francisco Police Inspector Gilman and his brother-in-law, former Washington attorney Donald Kerwin, stop into a 7-Eleven—and are met with a torrent of bullets. A gunman at the register kills Kerwin and wounds Gilman, and an illegal police search follows, leading to a dismissal of charges against the suspect. Gilman’s sister-in-law Nina is not only heavily distraught over her husband’s death but violently outraged at the illegal search. When she learns that the killer is returning to Boston, she trails him, out for revenge, leaving Gilman racing against time to stop her.

Masterfully weaving history, plot, and emotion, Target of Opportunity is an unforgettable achievement.

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Sensibly told crime fiction and the drama of OSS intelligence operations during World War II come together in this latest novel by Byrd ( California Thriller ). San Francisco Police Inspector Gilman (his first name is never mentioned) and his brother-in-law, former Washington attorney Donald Kerwin, stop by a 7-Eleven store and into a fusillade of bullets: a gunman at the cash register kills Kerwin and wounds Gilman. Gilman's sister-in-law Nina is not only distraught about her husband's death; she is outraged when an illegal police search leads to the dismissal of charges against the suspect. When the killer returns to his home city of Boston, Nina trails him, promising revenge, and Gilman follows to stop her. The trail leads to a professor whose vivid memories of helping the French Resistance 40 years before have an unexpected correlation with present-day circumstances. Byrd accurately describes the gritty realities of both police work and war-time events without using the tinny prose of second-rate hard-boiled writers. He's good at building suspense, too, but when Gilman learns the truth behind Kerwin's murder and is set up to prevent another, the final race to stop the gunman leads to predictable results. (September)
From the Publisher

“Max Byrd’s plots, like his wit, are sinister and charming.” —Diane Johnson, bestselling author of The Shadow Knows

“Max Byrd is an expert at mingling real historical figures with his invented characters.” —The New York Times

“Lock Byrd’s cage and throw away the key—until he slips out a few more thrillers.” —The Philadelphia Enquirer

“Max Byrd is a fine and forceful writer.” —Lawrence Block, bestselling author of Eight Million Ways to Die

“Max Byrd is in the first division of American crime writing.” —The New York Times

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781618580290
Publisher:
Turner Publishing Company
Publication date:
10/16/2012
Edition description:
Reprint
Pages:
324
Product dimensions:
5.25(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.73(d)

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In thirty seconds he spotted her again, looking over her shoulder and ducking behind the signboard of a pizza parlor. A middle-aged man grabbed drunkenly for her arm and she shook him away, whatever she said cut off by wind and sounds of traffic. The red boots flashed, then disappeared.

At the corner of Washington and Winter Streets he spotted her once more, silhouetted for a heartbeat under a streetlamp. Between them, up and down Washington Street, big-finned cars slid past in pools of light. She turned and ran.

A signal changed half a block away and Gilman was twice driven back by horns and fenders as he tried to cross. When he finally sprinted between two trucks and reached the streetlamp, the sidewalk was clear all the way to the corner: no Goddard, no Janice. At the end of the block, panting, he looked up and saw a dead neon sign over a double door: Avery Hotel. The hand-lettered sign underneath it said “Closed for Good. No Trespassing.” Sheets of plywood covered the first-floor windows, on each one a stapled notice said the Avery Hotel was condemned by the board of health, an unsafe building.

Gilman retraced his steps at a trot and found a dark, narrow alley lined with dumpsters, their great rusty jaws overflowing with thrash. 

Where was she?

Every instinct he had as a cop told him something was wrong. She was lying about Turelli; he could taste it. Was she lying about Nina too? Was Nina here?

He kicked through the trash from the filthy dumpsters and found himself in a faint circle of light. Twenty feet in front of him was a delivery door covered with board-of-health signs and spray-can graffiti. There were no lights behind the door, no sounds. Gilman tried the handle and pulled it open. 

Cold, black, a sensation of falling: the murky light, beams of lumber, door frames, nameless vertical objects rose from the floor. Fixtures hung down from the ceiling like roots. Farther on he could see only pale wormy lines of blue and gray that crept over the tops of plywood barriers, or scuttled under their edges.

Corridor. Kitchen. Hallway. By the time he reached the lobby his eyes had adjusted enough to let him pick out shapes, his feet had developed their own shuffling rhythm over the invisible floor. Janice Nhu would have had a flashlight ready, to move so fast.

 He paused. A railing, stairs. When he squinted hard and looked sideways he could see what must have been the registration desk in the lobby, a glint of light on metal hooks.

On the second floor there was no more plywood over the windows. Yellow stripes from moving headlights writhed up the walls and over the ceiling like snakes. 

Gilman started down the corridor. Some of the doors to the room were open, allowing light to filter through. The closed doors yielded to his touch. He stepped inside each room, sniffed, waited to focus. His imagination filled them all with faces—she could be in any one of them. Janice. Or Nina. Or both. 

On the third floor he peered from the window of a corner room. 

In the distance, small and sharply lit, he could see the street-lamps in the Public Garden. Along the sidewalk pedestrians were leaving a Boylston Street theater; in the street cars wove in and out, noiselessly signaling. He stepped back and hurried through the empty room, stripped of all furniture. 

When he reached the main corridor again even the faint noises of the street faded away, leaving him only the hiss of his ears. His thoughts made audible. His head was a bowl of breaking waves, an antenna pulling sound from the air. He drew the pistol from its holster and walked along the center of the musty, spongelike carpet. 

Sixteen rooms to a side. Elevator doors in the center. Maids’ closet. One short dogleg corridor. At the elevator doors he stopped again, listening. Far below, in the cave’s belly, cables creaked and twisted. Metal retreated from the cold New England night, groaning. He passed on, to the darkest stretch.

How could he be alone? His ears were filled with voices. His skin was like iron, his blood drummed against it. He stopped and picked out the single open door to his left where shadows seemed to be moving.

Empty.

He gripped his pistol regulation-fashion so that the muzzle pointed at the ceiling, and he took a step forward just as the first shot blasted the air apart and set off a bomb in his ears.

“You!”

High-pitched, furious, out of the darkness.

Gilman rolled over the carpet, tumbling, dodging. The face above him floated, fired again, too high, and Gilman himself sat up and fired once, twice, and Victor Turelli vanished.

What People are Saying About This

From the Publisher

“Max Byrd’s plots, like his wit, are sinister and charming.” —Diane Johnson, bestselling author of The Shadow Knows

“ Max Byrd is an expert at mingling real historical figures with his invented characters.” —The New York Times

“Lock Byrd’s cage and throw away the key—until he slips out a few more thrillers.” —The Philadelphia Enquirer

“Max Byrd is a fine and forceful writer.” —Lawrence Block, bestselling author of Eight Million Ways to Die

“Max Byrd is in the first division of American crime writing.” —The New York Times

Meet the Author


Max Byrd is the award-winning author of fourteen books, including four bestselling historical novels and California Thriller, for which he received the Shamus Award. He was educated at Harvard and King’s College Cambridge, England, and has taught at Yale, Stanford, and the University of California. Byrd is a Contributing Editor of The Wilson Quarterly and writes regularly for the New York Times Book Review. He lives in California.

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Target of Opportunity 5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 1 reviews.
SheilaDeeth More than 1 year ago
Target of Opportunity is a great example of a cross-genre novel that does it right. Blending a 1980s search for a murderer with events from WWII, the author creates something so much more than a regular police procedural, whodunit, or historical novel... because history’s repercussions drip through the most unexpected channels. The first part of the novel introduces characters and crime in the 1980s, with a family wounded by recent events, its members struggling to repair broken hearts and broken bodies. Listening is hard against a background of inopportune noises. And seeking is hard against a background of obstruction and malice. But the reader is suddenly thrown into the past, following a new American as he comes of age in a time of death and war. Part three begins, perfectly timed, just as the reader begins to wonder what the stories might have in common. And soon, so soon, reader and protagonist are racing through theories, spotting connections, and pondering the implications of it all. The reader gets there just before the protagonist, as in all the best-crafted mysteries. The clues fit together like a jigsaw puzzle. The history slots into place. And the modern world is not so different from the past. Gilman is a convincingly real protagonist, neither too good nor too bad, in life or at his job, neither too clever or too foolish, and just enough wounded, physically and mentally, to inspire sympathy. Fathers, sons and role-models provide an amply absorbing, anchoring theme. And France in a time of occupation is beautifully drawn, through scenery and character, just as real as America’s cities and seas. The history is well-researched too, presenting an accurate snapshot of two eras, united by the common sins of man. A target can be chosen for several different reasons. The reason for the title is clear by story’s end, as the random violence of the first dark scene, comes full circle and truth is revealed. Target of Opportunity is a wonderfully literary, fast-moving, exciting, absorbing and intriguing novel and a really great read. Disclosure: I won a free copy and was thoroughly hooked as soon as I started to read.