The Cleaner (Jonathan Quinn)
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Meet Jonathan Quinn: a freelance operative with a take-no-prisoners style and the heart of a loner. His job? Professional “cleaner.” Nothing too violent, just disposing of bodies, doing a little cleanup if necessary. But in Brett Battles’s electrifying debut novel, Quinn’s latest assignment will change everything, igniting a harrowing journey of violence, betrayal, and revenge.
The job seemed simple enough: investigating a suspicious case of arson. But when a dead body turns up where it doesn’t belong–and Quinn’s handlers at “the Office” turn strangely silent–he knows he’s in over his head. With only a handful of clues, Quinn scrambles for cover, struggling to find out why someone wants him dead . . . and if it’s linked to a larger attempt to wipe out the Office.
Quinn’s only hope may be Orlando, a woman from his past who’s reluctant to help but who may hold the key to solving the case. Suddenly the two are prying into old crimes, crisscrossing continents, struggling to stay alive long enough to unbury the truth. But as the hunt intensifies, Quinn is stunned by what he uncovers: a chilling secret . . . and a brilliantly orchestrated conspiracy–with an almost unimaginable goal.
Furiously paced, filled with superbly drawn characters and pitch-perfect dialogue, The Cleaner puts a powerful twist on all our expectations as it confirms Brett Battles’s place as one of the most exciting new talents in suspense fiction today.
From the Hardcover edition.
there, you’re going to have to find a new job. This life you started by working for me will be done.” “And my other choice is to stay with you,” Nate said. Quinn shook his head. “It’s more than that. It’s doing everything I say. It’s not questioning anything. Even then you might be dead before the end of the week.” A tense silence descended over the table. Orlando looked as if she were about to say something, but Quinn shook his head. “So?” Quinn asked, once he sensed he’d given Nate enough
was unable to follow his own lessons. But most of all, hatred for a man who had left Orlando heartbroken, damaged, and alone. A short time later, his soda still unopened, Orlando rejoined him. “Thank you,” she said. “How often do you come?” he asked. She looked up at him. “Every day.” Quinn wanted to say, He doesn’t deserve it, or even better, He doesn’t deserve you. Instead, he handed her the soda, then walked to the curb and hailed a taxi. CHAPTER 13 THERE WERE TWO NEW E-MAIL
had crossed that of the Serbian’s organization only once, it was enough. No matter how hard he tried, the memory of that job was something he could never forget. It had been six years earlier in Toronto. It started off like a lot of his jobs did, with Quinn crammed in the back of a van, staring at a rack of monitors mounted temporarily against the wall. This time the images on the screens were different angles of a work area in a City of Toronto vehicle maintenance facility. He wasn’t the
“At least fifteen to be safe.” She looked over at Nate. “What do you use?” Nate looked up seconds later, confused by the silence. “What? Are you talking to me?” “What kind of gun?” “I have a Walther back home.” She frowned. “A Glock would be better. Light-weight. Single-action. Easy to use.” “I’ve never had any problems with the Walther.” “A Glock would be better.” A hesitation, then he said, “Okay.” Orlando wasn’t writing any of it down, but Quinn had no doubt she would remember. She
something. Then her eyes became unfocused and she collapsed to the floor. Quinn pulled out his gun and sprinted across the room, stopping just short of the landing where Sophie lay, eyes closed. There was nothing he could do. She was dead. He pressed himself against the wall beside the door and listened for anyone coming up the stairs. At first there was nothing, then he heard footsteps near the bottom landing. Two seconds later, something heavy struck one of the steps near the top. Quinn dove