Sole Survivor: A Novel
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The plane crashed without warning. Three hundred and thirty people died. No explanation. No survivors. Now one man who lost everything that night is about to discover the answers he needs to go on with his life—or the conviction to finally end it.
Crime reporter Joe Carpenter lost his wife and two daughters in the crash of Flight 353. Aching from his loss, Joe is unable to work, think, or do anything but grieve, and wait for his own death. Then Joe meets Rose, a woman who claims to be the crash’s sole survivor. But before Joe can probe further, the elusive Rose slips away and Joe is left with haunting, terrifying questions: If Rose lived through the crash, is it possible his family could have survived it, too? Did the authorities conspire to hide what really happened that night? Joe’s search for the truth will shatter him like nothing has before—and force him to question everything he thinks he knows about life and death.
because it made no sense to rail at a mindless machine. After all, a clock could not be held responsible for the too-swift passage of time. A loom could not be blamed for weaving the cloth that later was sewn into an executioner’s hood. He hoped that if he came to terms with the mechanistic indifference of the universe, with the meaningless nature of life and death, he would find peace. Such acceptance would be cold comfort, indeed, and deadening to the heart. But all he wanted now was an end to
Joe thought of Gem Fittich, the used-car dealer. Both Pollack and Fittich sensed an approaching end to the world as they knew it, but the oncoming tidal wave that Fittich perceived was dark and cold and obliterating, while Pollack foresaw a wave of purest light. “So Pollack,” she said, “founded Infiniface to facilitate this quest, to track research worldwide with an eye toward projects with…well, with metaphysical aspects that the scientists themselves might not recognize. To ensure that key
another’s behavior. One wall of this room features a large window that looks into the adjoining chamber. Frequently you will see Dr. Louis Blom or Dr. Keith Ramlock—or both—at work beyond this glass, for they are the designers of SSW-89-58 and oversee the exploration and the utilization of his gifts. When neither Dr. Blom nor Dr. Ramlock is present, at least three other members of their immediate staff are in attendance. SSW-89-58 is never left unsupervised. They were transitioning from
in Hawaiian shirts. Or Wallace Blick. Or a police officer. If the people seeking Rose Tucker were federal agents, they would be able to obtain help from local police. For the time being, Joe would have to regard every man in uniform as a potential enemy. As the elevator doors opened, he tensed, half expecting to be apprehended here in the alcove. The cab was empty. On the way down to the first floor, he waited for the power to be cut off. When the doors opened on the lower alcove, he was
sensation overcame Joe, but his heart continued to knock hard enough to shake him. Keeping his voice calm, he said, “Picture the girl’s face.” He put his hands on Mercy’s shoulders. “Close your eyes and try to see her again.” She closed her eyes. “On her left cheek,” Joe said. “Beside her earlobe. Only an inch in from her earlobe. A small mole.” Mercy’s eyes twitched behind her smooth lids as she struggled to burnish her memory. “It’s more of a beauty mark than a mole,” Joe said. “Not raised