Ground Zero: A Repairman Jack Novel
F. Paul Wilson
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On September 11, 2001, a man drifts in a boat off lower Manhattan as the towers burn. He removes a small box from his pocket and presses a button. As he waits for the south tower to collapse, he thinks: No one―absolutely no one―will guess the truth behind the who and why of this day.
Years later, Jack's childhood friend, Weezy Connell, fits together the pieces of the puzzle and anonymously posts her conclusions on the Web. When someone comes after her, Jack becomes involved in her troubles and in the paranoid maze of the 9/11 Truth Movement, where conspiracy theories point in every direction.
They're all wrong. The truth is stranger, darker, and more evil than anyone can imagine. And if the plot behind it--millennia in the planning--succeeds, it will forever change life on this Earth.
awake.” He remembered now—he’d given her his number. “What’s wrong?” “The Fhinntmanchca …it’s here.” Her voice was shaking. “You just saw this in an Alarm, I take it.” “Yes. It was born tonight, just minutes ago.” “Born? Where is it?” “I don’t know exactly…but I do know it’s not far from you.” “How far?” “Somewhere in Manhattan. In a dark place.” Swell. That narrowed it down. He glanced at the glowing hands of his Felix the Cat clock. Lots of dark places in Manhattan at ten after three in
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we were kids. That was out of date even then.” Her eyes unfocused for a second, as if she were detouring down memory lane, then she was back. “Anyway, some just call him ‘Jack.’ But somehow—don’t ask me how or why—out of all the Jacks in the world, I knew it was you.” “Me? That’s crazy.” “I heard about this guy fixing situations and I flashed back to Carson Toliver’s locker and all the tricks someone pulled on him, and suddenly I realized you were behind that. Admit that, at least, will you?”
the Septimus Order have for bringing down the Trade Towers?” “That’s what I want to know.” “Wait—does this have anything to do with your Secret History of the World?” “It’s not my Secret History, Jack. It’s the Secret History. And I’m surprised you still remember it.” Oh, he remembered it, all right. It had been hanging over his life like a Joe Btfsplk cloud. And he’d met a guy who’d lived through most of it. “Let’s just say I’ve had a change of heart and leave it at that for now. But what
could have left the gas oven on, then lit a match.” “We’re all electric.” “Terrorist, then.” They had the stairwell pretty much to themselves for a few flights until someone slammed onto a landing above and pounded down the steps. A sixtyish man, heavy but in good shape, lurched up behind them. “Let me by, dammit!” He shouldered Jack and his burden aside, and bumped Weezy against the wall as he raced ahead of them. “Asshole,” the woman said, then louder, “You always were an asshole, Frank!”