The Stone Monkey: A Lincoln Rhyme Novel (Lincoln Rhyme Novels)
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The follow-up to Jeffery Deaver’s massive bestseller The Bone Collector (now a feature film starring Angelina Jolie and Denzel Washington) The Stone Monkey is a “simply outstanding” (San Jose Mercury News) addition to the Lincoln Rhyme series!
First introduced in the spine-chilling novel The Bone Collector, Lincoln Rhyme dazzled readers with unparalleled forensic sleuthing—all done from the confines of a wheelchair. A famed criminologist, paralyzed from the neck down, Rhyme compensates for his physical disability with his brains—and the arms and legs of his brilliant and beautiful protégée, Amelia Sachs. It is Amelia who “walks the grid” for Rhyme, acting as his eyes and ears for the famously dangerous and difficult cases chronicled in Jeffery Deaver’s bestselling novels The Bone Collector, The Coffin Dancer, and The Empty Chair.
Now the awe-inspiring duo returns in The Stone Monkey. Recruited to help the FBI and the Immigration and Naturalization Service perform the nearly impossible, Lincoln and Amelia manage to track down a cargo ship headed for New York City and carrying two dozen illegal Chinese immigrants, as well as the notorious human smuggler and killer known as “the Ghost.” But when the Ghost’s capture goes disastrously wrong, Lincoln and Amelia find themselves in a race against time: to stop the Ghost before he can track down and murder the two surviving families who have escaped from the ship and vanished deep into the labyrinthine world of New York City’s Chinatown.
AFIS. • No matches. Jerry Tang Murder Crime Scene • Four men kicked door in and tortured him and shot him. • Two shell casings—match Model 51. Tang shot twice in head. • Extensive vandalism. • Some fingerprints. • No matches except Tang’s. • Three accomplices have smaller shoe size than Ghost, presumably smaller stature. • Trace suggests Ghost’s safehouse is probably downtown, Battery Park City area. • Suspected accomplices from Chinese ethnic minority. Presently pursuing whereabouts.
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