A GOOD-LOOKING MAN in his forties sat in the back row of the auditorium at the exclusive Morton Academy of Music. He was wearing a blue suit, white shirt, and a snappy striped tie. His features were good, although not remarkable, but behind the blue tint of his glasses, he had very kind brown eyes.
He had come to the recital alone and had a passing thought about his wife and children at home, but then he refocused his attention on someone else’s child.
Her name was Noelle Smith. She was eleven, a cute little girl and a very talented young violinist who had just performed a Bach gavotte with distinction.
Noelle knew she’d done well. She took a deep bow with a flourish, grinning as two hundred parents in the audience clapped and whistled.
As the applause died down, a gray-haired man in the third row popped up from his seat, buttoned his jacket, stepped out into the aisle, and headed toward the lobby.
That man was Chaz Smith, Noelle’s father.
The man in the blue suit waited several seconds, then followed Smith, staying back a few paces, walking along the cream-tiled corridor, then taking a right past the pint-size water fountain and into the short spur of a hallway that ended at the men’s room.
After entering the men’s room, he looked beneath the stalls and saw Chaz Smith’s Italian loafers under the door at the far right. Otherwise, the room was empty. In a minute or two, the room would fill.
The man in the blue suit moved quickly, picking up the large metal trash can next to the sink and placing it so that it blocked the exit.
Then he called out, “Mr. Smith? I’m sorry to disturb you, but it’s about your car.”
“What? Who is that?”
“Your car, Mr. Smith. You left your lights on.”
The man in the blue suit removed his semiauto .22-caliber Ruger from his jacket pocket, screwed on the suppressor. Then he took out a tan-colored plastic bag, the kind you get at the supermarket, and pulled the bag over his gun.
Smith swore. Then the toilet flushed and Smith opened the door. His gray hair was mussed, white powder rimmed his nostrils, and his face showed fierce indignation.
“You’re sure it’s my car?” he said. “My wife will kill me if I’m not back in my seat for the finale.”
“I’m really sorry to do this to your wife and child. Noelle played beautifully.”
Smith looked puzzled—then he knew. He dropped the vial of coke, and his hand dove under his jacket. Too late.
The man in the blue suit lifted his bag-covered gun, pulled the trigger, and shot Chaz Smith twice between the eyes.
Reprinted from the book 11th Hour by James Patterson and Maxine Paetro.
Copyright © 2012 by James Patterson.
Reprinted with permission of Little, Brown and Company, New York, N.Y.
All rights reserved.
Lieutenant Lindsay Boxer may be blissfully pregnant, but she’s tougher than ever in 11th Hour, James Patterson’s most white-knuckle Women’s Murder Club thrill ride to date!
Chaz Smith made his millions dealing drugs—and there isn’t a cop who wouldn’t love to bring him down. But when he’s murdered and the gun used is traced back to the precinct’s evidence room, Lieutenant Lindsay Boxer’s boss is on the warpath. Rogue cops are not to be tolerated, period. No matter who it is…even a friend.
Meanwhile, it was ten years ago that Harry Chandler, a world-famous actor, stood trial for the murder of his wife. He was acquitted, since her body was never found. But bodies are not the issue when Lindsay arrives at his home and is swept out back by an overwrought housekeeper. The sight of two severed heads sitting on the porch, each encircled by a wreath of flowers, is as bizarre as it is horrifying. Could there be more buried in the yard?
Things go from bad to worse when a reporter’s series of vicious articles about the two cases lays bare part of Lindsay’s personal life that puts a wedge between her and Joe not even Murder Club cohorts, Yuki, Claire and Cindy can make right.
Hardcover Book : 416 pages
Publisher: Hachette Book Group USA ( May 07, 2012 )
Item #: 13-492252
Product Dimensions: 5.5 x 8.25 x 0.94inches
Product Weight: 15.0 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
Why would u shipme and old book. I have Patterson,s whole collection. I dont want 11th hour I have it
Reviewer: Karen S
Loved it!!! Have read all of them, so am looking forward to more!!!
I love to read all of James Patterson's ~ Women’s Murder Club Books. Keep them coming.
Reviewer: Linda L
Is Paterson still writing the books with his name as author? Continuity of characters is lacking, multiple plots are missing, written at middle school level. I don't think I'm buying any more books with the Patterson name because I don't believe JP is actually the author.