Drop Shot (Myron Bolitar, Book 2)
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In the second Myron Bolitar novel from Edgar Award–winner Harlan Coben, a young woman’s tragic death spirals into a shattering drama of menace, secrets, and rage. Suddenly Myron is in over his head—and playing the most dangerous game of all.
“Engaging . . . hilarious.”—Los Angeles Times Book Review
Once, Valerie Simpson’s tennis career skyrocketed; now, the headlines belong to a player from the wrong side of the tracks. But when Valerie is shot dead in cold blood and dropped outside the stadium at the U.S. Open, sports agent Myron Bolitar investigates the killing and uncovers a connection between the two players and a six-year-old murder at an exclusive mainline club. As Myron is drawn into the case—along with a dirty U.S. senator, a jealous mother, and the mob—he finds himself caught between a killer and the truth.
“Harlan Coben is the modern master of the hook-and-twist.”—Dan Brown
attractions: Shea Stadium (home of the New York Mets), Flushing Meadows Park (home of the 1964–65 World’s Fair) and La Guardia Airport (home of, uh, delays). Players used to complain about the La Guardia planes flying overhead, for the very simple reason that it made Stadium Court sound like a launch pad during an Apollo liftoff. Then-mayor David Dinkins, never one to let a terrible injustice go unheeded, immediately sprang into action. Using all his political might, the former mayor of New York
Let’s go.” Myron followed Jake down the street. They stopped at a place very generously dubbed the Royal Court Diner. A pit. If it were totally renovated, it might reach the sanitary status of an interstate public toilet. Jake smiled. “Nice, huh?” “My arteries are hardening from the smell,” Myron said. “For chrissake, man, don’t inhale.” The table had one of those diner jukeboxes. The records hadn’t been changed in a long time. The current number one single, according to the little
he asked. “Yes.” Win continued to look down. He shook his head and made a tsk, tsk noise. “What is it?” she asked. Win turned to her, an almost shy smile toying with his lips. He gave a half-shrug. “I guess I’m not much for fair fights.” He looked back down at the body and started to laugh. 36 Jessica didn’t want to talk about it. She wanted to make love. Myron understood. Death and violence do that to a person. The fine line. There was definitely something to that “reaffirming
long moment of the same whittle-filled silence. Fred farted again and wagged his tail. Myron’s eyes kept going back to the lake. He stared out at the silver water. The effect was hypnotizing. “No harm done,” Jimmy Blaine said again. “That’s what they all probably thought. Good ol’ Jimmy. We won’t let him take the rap. It’ll be washed clean from his record. No one will know. Hell, some of the guys will even treat him special—making a shooting like that. They’ll say he saved his partner’s life.
a gun in her hand. “I’ve already killed twice to save him. What’s a third?” Myron looked for a safe place to dive, but for the second time in this case he’d been careless. He was out in the open. It would be impossible to miss. “Killing me won’t make it go away,” he said. “I know,” she replied. There was a pounding at the door. Duane shouted, “Open up! Don’t say anything to him!” More pounding. Deanna’s eyes welled with tears. “Don’t tell anyone, Myron. No need to say anything anymore. The