SOME PEOPLE ARE harder to kill than others. The Ghost was thinking about this as he huddled in the deep, dark shadows ofGrand Central Terminal. A man named Walter elvas would have to die tonight. But it wouldn’t be easy. Nobody hired the Ghost for the easy obs.
It was almost 11 p.m, and even though the evening rush was long over, there was still a steady stream of weary travelers.
The Ghost was wearing an efficient killing disguise. His face was lost under a tangle of matted silver-and-white hair and shaggy beard, and his arsenal was hidden under a wine-stained gray poncho. To anyone who even bothered to take notice, he was just another heap of homeless humanity seeking refuge on a quiet bench near Track 109.
He eyed his target. Walter Zelvas. A great hulk of a man with the nerves and reflexes of a snake and a soul to match. Zelvas was a contract killer himself, but unlike the Ghost, Zelvas took pleasure in watching his victims suffer before they died. For years, the ruthless Russian had been an enforcer for the Diamond Syndicate, but apparently he had outlived his usefulness to his employer, and the Ghost had been hired to terminate him.
If he doesn’t kill me first, the Ghost thought. With Zelvas it was definitely a matter of kill or be killed. And this would surely be a duel to the death between them.
So the Ghost watched his opponent closely. The screen on the departures monitor refreshed and Zelvas cursed under his breath. His train was delayed another thirty minutes.
He drained his second cup of Starbucks cappuccino, stood up, and crumpling his empty cup, deposited it in the trash.
No littering, the Ghost thought. That might attract attention, and the last thing Zelvas wanted was attention.
That’s why he was leaving town by train. Train stations aren’t like airports. There’s no baggage check, no metal detector, no security.
Zelvas looked toward the men’s room.
All that coffee will be the death of you, the Ghost thought as Zelvas walked across the marble floor to the bathroom.
A half-comatose porter, mop in hand, was sloshing water on the terminal floor like a zombie tarring a roof. He didn’t see Zelvas coming.
A puddle of brown water came within inches of the big man’s right foot. Zelvas stopped. “You slop any of that scum on my shoes and you’ll be shitting teeth,” he said.
The porter froze. “Sorry. Sorry, sir. Sorry.”
The Ghost watched it all. Another time, another place, and Zelvas might have drowned the man in his own mop water. But tonight he was on his best behavior.
Zelvas continued toward the bathroom.
The Ghost had watched the traffic in and out of the men’s room for the past half hour. It was currently empty. Moment of truth, the Ghost told himself.
Zelvas got to the doorway, stopped, and turned around sharply.
Excerpted from the book Kill Me If You Can by James Patterson. Copyright © 2011 by James Patterson. Reprinted with permission of Little, Brown and Company, New York, NY. All rights reserved.
Matthew Bannon is a struggling art student living in New York City when he hits the proverbial jackpot during a bizarre, chaotic attack at Grand Central Station; he finds an abandoned duffel bag filled with diamonds. Plans for a worry-free life with his gorgeous girlfriend, Katherine, fill Matt’s thoughts.Too bad he didn’t pay more attention to the voice in the back of his head warning that whoever lost the diamonds just might want them back….
The world’s greatest assassin, The Ghost, has pulled off his greatest hit with the murder of Walter Zelvas, a top member of the international Diamond Syndicate. But the diamonds he was supposed to retrieve from Zelvas are nowhere to be found. The Ghost doesn’t like to be bested, ever. With vengeance on his mind, The Ghost picks up Matt’s trail, unaware that he shares it with a rival assassin who would like nothing more than to make him disappear forever.
There’s good reason that James Patterson is considered “America’s #1 storyteller” (Forbes). Kill Me If You Can is a high-speed, high-stakes, winner-take-all thrill ride fueled by pure adrenaline that keeps you going right up until the breathtaking end.
Hardcover Book : 384 pages
Publisher: Hachette Book Group Usa ( August 29, 2011 )
Item #: 13-361233
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This is one of the most boring books of Patterson's that I have ever read. The first chapter was good, then after that it all went down hill. Hate to spend money on books that I cannot get into. I hope his next book is better that this one. Please don't disappoint us!
this was not won of his best. i found it a slow read. Not like his old books.
Patterson has been turning out so many books that most are drivel (Toys). This one was more like his first books as it was fast paced and it did have a twist I didn't see coming. Not great but very readable.
I read the sleeve of this book and did not think I was going to like the book. Was I ever wrong! The plot twist really surprised me, and I thought did I really read what I just thought I read and had to re-read the page again.
I recommend this book to all. Guess the saying don't judge a book by it's cover applies here.
Reviewer: Karen C
Patterson must be trying to set the record for books written, no matter how bad. I have read most of his works, and this one ranks close to the bottom (he has written worse ones). This one is so predictable and boring kthat I can hardly believe it's true Patterson. Hope the next one is better! I'm a true Patterson fan, but don't waste your money on this one.
Reviewer: Allice S