Harbingers: A Repairman Jack Novel
F. Paul Wilson
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It starts off so simply: Jack, still feeling down after the tragic events of Infernal, is hanging in Julio's when a regular named Timmy asks him for help. His teenage niece has been missing since this morning; the police say it's too early to worry, but Timmy knows something bad has happened. Jack says he'll put the word out on the street. This innocent request triggers a chain of seemingly coincidental events that lead Jack into the darkest days of his life.
As has become evident in the series, Jack has been singled out, unwillingly, as the champion of one of the two supernatural forces contending for control of all human life on Earth. Neither of these forces are good or evil, just dangerous and amoral. They value and notice individual humans about as much as we do mosquitoes.
Jack is desperate . . . and the last thing you want to do is make Jack desperate. That's when things begin to blow up and people begin to die.
A hang-onto-your-hat-and-heart thriller of triumph and tragedy that barrels along at F. Paul Wilson's trademark breakneck pace.
references?” “Sure can. Come on inside.” Okay, Jack thought. So far, so good. He was burning clock here, but he reminded himself that he wouldn’t be able to make a move on the safe house—wherever it was—until after dark. The ranch was cramped inside and smelled of fried fish, but its pine walls and floor were clean and polished. Mrs. Heth poured coffee as they sat down at the dining table. Heth pulled a ledger from a drawer and began thumbing through it. “I caretake nine places—all shapes
they wouldn’t support him. When they regained their strength he was on his feet again, leaning over Gia. “Gia? Can you hear me? Gia?” Stokely laid a gentle hand on his back and said, “She may very well be able to hear every word we say, but she’s not yet capable of response.” Jack straightened and looked at her. “But she will be?” “I hate to make predictions, as you know, but I’ll go out on a limb and say yes. She’ll have some neurological deficits—that’s unavoidable—” “Twenty-four hours ago
woman and her daughter… He knew the Ally wasn’t good, per se, but these days—especially after last month—its ends and means seemed indistinguishable from the Otherness’s. He’d begun to wonder if good existed. Take this woman. Yeah, yeah, he’d be the first to admit that looks could deceive, but he’d seen the way she smiled, the way her eyes sparkled as she listened to her little girl reading to her. He didn’t give a damn what the Ally said, this woman was not evil. He needed a bathroom. 16
Jack’s first impulse was to check out the bodies, but he made himself search the lounge area and upper floors first. The building might feel empty, but it never hurt to be sure. The O’s office stank of dried blood. It splattered all four walls, but was especially heavy behind the desk. It pooled so thick on the desktop that it wasn’t completely dry yet. He checked the personal quarters and found two closets. One full of men’s clothes—the Oculus’s, no doubt. The other was mostly empty except for
walked right in. Another look up the stairs. He heard voices now—loud, echoing down the stairwell. Whatever had happened up there, they were still alive. But he couldn’t go up just yet—whoever was out there eventually would try the knob and then the MV would be in even bigger trouble—if that was possible. He had to see who it was, and the best way to do that was a peek through the camera over the door. He ran back to the monitoring station. They’d shut it down before leaving. As he hit the ON