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Zusatztext "Twisted plots! shocking characters! breakneck pacing. Guaranteed to keep you up all night!"—Lisa Gardner! author of Love You More “O’Dell could be Reacher’s long-lost twin.” —Lee Child "Outstanding. . . . A sizzling plot! achingly real characters! and government officials working their backsides off to save their backsides! all strike as lethally as lightning." — Publishers Weekly (starred review) “Alex Kava is a master. Her heroine! Special Agent Maggie O'Dell! is one of the classic characters of the thriller genre.” —Steve Berry “Kava seems to get better with every book.” — The Omaha World-Herald “ Hotwire has it all: solid storytelling that propels you right along! intriguing mysteries! memorable and believable characters! and ripped-from-the-news storylines. Oh! and some romance as well. . . . A perfect book.” —Bookreporter.com “Builds toward an electric ending.” — Lincoln Journal-Star “Ingenious.” — Kirkus Reviews “Kava spins a plot with significant political ramifications! combining nonstop action and lethal danger. . . . Leave[s] readers wondering about the line between truth and fiction.” — Booklist Informationen zum Autor Alex Kava is the New York Times bestselling author of the critically acclaimed Maggie O’Dell series. Her thirteen books, including two stand-alone novels, have been published in more than twenty countries, appearing on bestseller lists in Britain, Australia, Poland, Germany, and Italy. She is the recipient of the Mari Sandoz Award and a member of International Thriller Writers. She divides her time between Omaha, Nebraska, and Pensacola, Florida. Klappentext In "New York Times"-bestselling author Kava's new thriller! Special Agent Maggie O'Dell investigates the death of three teenagers! only to find herself in the middle of a conspiracy involving biological warfare. CHAPTER 1 NEBRASKA NATIONAL FOREST HALSEY, NEBRASKA Dawson Hayes looked around the campfire and immediately recognized the losers. It was almost too easy to spot them. He could pretend he had some super radar in reading people, but the truth was he knew the losers because?.?.?.?what was that old saying? It takes one to know one. It wasn’t that long ago that he would have been huddled over there with them, wondering why he had been invited, sweating and waiting to see what the price of the invitation was. He didn’t feel sorry for them. They didn’t have to show up. Nobody dragged them here. So anything that happened was sort of their own fault. Their price for wanting to be somebody they weren’t. Admission to the cool club didn’t come without some sacrifice. If they thought otherwise, then they really were hopeless losers. At least Dawson accepted who he was. Actually he didn’t mind. He liked being different from his classmates and sometimes he played up the part, purposely wearing all black on football Fridays when everyone else wore school colors. Being the geek got him noticed, even garnered an eye roll from Coach Hickman, who before Dawson started wearing black on Fridays hadn’t bothered to remember Dawson’s name. At the beginning of the school year, during roll call for history class Coach would yell out “Dawson Hayes” and look around the entire room, over Dawson’s head and sometimes straight at him. When Dawson raised his hand, Coach Hickman’s eyebrows would dart up like the man would never in a million years have put a cool name like Dawson Hayes together with the pimpled face and the hesitant, skinny arm claiming it. Dawson didn’t mind. He was finally starting to get noticed and it didn’t matter how it came about. Even now he knew the only reason for his continued invitation to these exclusive retreats in the forest was because Johnny Bosh liked what Dawson brought to...
