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Zusatztext Praise for Nemesis “The daring duo of Sherlock and Savich once again takes on assorted criminals in this wide-ranging thriller.”— Kirkus Reviews “Another suspenseful and entertaining entry by a genre star.”— Booklist “Bestseller Coulter’s 19th FBI thriller immediately immerses the reader in heart-stopping suspense.”— Publishers Weekly “The edge-of-your-seat opening ratchets into an action-packed tale of suspense that leads to an astonishing conclusion. Fans of Lee Child and Patrick Lee won't be disappointed.” —Library Journal “One of the reasons this long-running series keeps on being so entertaining is the combination of eerie and twisted plotlines and engaging characters who continue to grow. Coulter is a true master!”— RT Book Reviews Informationen zum Autor Catherine Coulter is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the FBI Thrillers featuring husband and wife team Dillon Savich and Lacey Sherlock. She is also the author—with J. T. Ellison—of the Brit in the FBI series. She lives in Sausalito, California. Klappentext "Fans of Lee Child and Patrick Lee won't be disappointed"* in this high-octane FBI Thriller featuring Dillon Savich and Lacey Sherlock from the #1 New York Times bestselling author. In New York! Special Agent Lacey Sherlock foils a terrorist attack at JFK airport! but stopping the grenade-carrying crazy was only the beginning. Another plot unfolds nearly simultaneously with a bomb at St. Patrick's Cathedral... Meanwhile! Savich-with the help of Agent Griffin Hammersmith-has his hands full trying to track an elusive murderer who is able to control those under his thrall. When an attempt on Savich's life collides with Sherlock's terrorist case! they must race against the clock! as more lives are in danger with every passing minute. *Library Journal JFK AIRPORT NEW YORK CITY Wednesday afternoon Mid-May The airport security line slowly inched forward, nearly sixty passengers stoically weaving back and forth in the ritual strip-dance everyone knew and put up with. At least Sherlock didn’t have her Glock with her, so she wouldn’t have to fill out a gazillion forms. Her meeting with the lead federal prosecutor in an upcoming murder trial had lasted six and a half hours, and probably would have gone on longer if she hadn’t simply gotten up and said she had a plane to catch. She couldn’t wait to get home and throw a football with Sean, if the plane took off at a reasonable time, that is. She looked forward to downing a cup of Dillon’s knock-your-socks-off coffee, and having him sing to her while he scrubbed her back in the shower. Out of habit she studied the faces, the eyes, the clothes, and the body language of those around her, guessing what people were thinking, planning, where they were going. Home? Business? Rendezvous? She knew one thing for sure: they were hoping as she was that flights wouldn’t be delayed or canceled. The woman ahead of her sighed. “All I want to do is get home, jump in the tub, and wash off all traces of Mickey Sturgiss.” Sherlock said, a smile on her face, “A wild day with Mickey?” The woman rolled her eyes. “A deposition for a slime bucket who should be deported to Mars.” Sherlock laughed. “You’re a lawyer?” “Yes, but not this idiot’s lawyer. I was doing his lawyer a favor. Believe me, I’ll make sure he knows he owes me big-time.” She stuck out her hand. “Melissa Harkness.” Sherlock shook her hand. “Lacey Sherlock. Come to think of it, I could do some washing, too.” “Don’t tell me you’re a lawyer, too?” “I’m FBI, actually.” Melissa Harkness was on the heavy side, in her thirties, and she was carrying a large briefcase in one hand and a black tote the size of one of Jupiter’s moons in the other. She looked like she might be dragging, but he...
