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Zusatztext Praise for Eric Jerome Dickey “[O]ne of the most successful Black authors of the last quarter-century.”— The New York Times Informationen zum Autor Eric Jerome Dickey (1961–2021) was the award-winning and New York Times bestselling author of twenty-nine novels, as well as a six-issue miniseries of graphic novels featuring Storm ( X-Men ) and the Black Panther. His novel Sister, Sister was honored as one of Essence ’s “50 Most Impactful Black Books of the Last 50 Years,” and A Wanted Woman won the NAACP Image Award in the category of Outstanding Literary Work in 2014. His most recent novels include The Blackbirds , Finding Gideon , Bad Men and Wicked Women , Before We Were Wicked , The Business of Lovers , and The Son of Mr. Suleman . Klappentext The New York Times bestselling author does it again-in a fierce new novel of seduction, intrigue, and betrayal. Gideon, a hired gun, trusts no one. But when his former lover resurfaces in need of his skills, Gideon accepts. The assignment leads to Argentina and a team of international mercenaries who will maim, kill, and torture to achieve victory. One of them has a connection to Gideon that neither assassin is aware of, a secret link that reaches into Gideon's past and plunges him into a double-cross so explosive no one will make it out unscarred. Chapter 1 on dangerous ground And their war began. The stretch limousine exploded, became a time bomb moving at eighty miles per hour. I verified the detonation in my side-view mirror. Its beautiful fire lit up the express lane on a humid night, the deadly cacophony forty yards behind me on I-95. The energy from that blast rolled through me, rattled both sides of the interstate and adjacent roads like we were in a San Francisco earthquake. Brake lights came alive in an abrupt chorus. Behind me, beyond that fiery limousine, four lanes of interstate crowded with cars, trucks, and motorcycles screeched to a halt, too late for speed demons to swerve and avoid flying debris. I kept going. The target was dead. The impossible mission was completed in less than forty-eight hours. The corrupt and elusive con man inside the limo had been living a life of caviar and champagne, bodyguards at his side, men who were paid well and trained to shoot to kill. He was a man who didn't hesitate to take his enemies to the swamps and feed them to the gators. A grifter named Arizona had been one of his problems. And the man named Hopkins had become one of hers. All I knew was what she had told me. And that wasn't much. The less the better. What mattered was that deadly situation had been rectified. The remote trigger that had caused that blast was inside my gloved hand. I dropped it, pressed down on the throttle, hit the century mark, moved from right lane to left lane to right lane, threaded traffic like a needle, became a fast- moving shadow vanishing down I-95. In this gritty world, people called me Gideon. A biblical name made famous by an adjudicator in the Book of Judges. That Gideon was also known as Jerub-Baal. Destroyer. Mighty Warrior. I was Gideon. Not sent by God...
