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The Midnight Club
The Midnight Club

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ISBN: 0446676411
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A stunningly brilliant psychopathic killer who has skillfully eluded the police from London to Paris to New York...a beautiful journalist suddenly in grave danger...and an unorthodox New York detective whose motive for stopping the killer couldn't be more personal. All are bound by the chains of secrecy, wealth, and crime forged by the cabal known as The Midnight Club.

"The Midnight Club is the novel I wrote just before Along Came A Spider. I'm certain that both Alex Cross and Sampson originated in ideas I had while writing this story. It's one of my favorites."

-- James Patterson
The Midnight Club

Fiction/General
Paperback (trade)
ISBN: 0446676411
$13.95/U.S.
$18.95/CAN
400 pages
5-1/4 x 8
Grand Central Publishing

Paperback (mass market)
Fiction/Thrillers
ISBN: 0446606383
$7.99/U.S.
$10.99/CAN
368 pages
3-5/8 x 4-3/4

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Chapter 1

Long Beach, New York, March 1986

THE NIGHT THAT John Stefanovitch was shot couldn't have been colder, or the stars more dazzling in high winter skies.

Shortly past midnight, Stefanovitch tramped down the creaking, solidly frozen boardwalk at Long Beach. He was humming "Surfer Girl," one of those awful beach-town ditties that could usually bring a smile to his lips. Stefanovitch's eyes stayed sharply focused. They very carefully swept the silent, gritty beachfront neighborhood.

The Grave Dancer was nearby. Stefanovitch felt it all through his body. It was a second sense he had sometimes, almost a paranormal gift. The scumbucket he had been tracking for almost two years was so close it made his skin crawl.

He finally arrived back on Florida Street, the desolate side lane where he and his detectives had agreed to gather. Actually, he'd been there ten minutes ago, then walked down to New York Avenue and the funkytown boardwalk to clear his head.

The full team of fourteen Narcotics detectives was assembled. This was a joint Nassau County and N.Y.P.D. strike force, each of them handpicked to go after the Grave Dancer.

Stefanovitch said his hellos, patting the backs of down parkas, playing the crowd.

Stefanovitch fit in, which was unusual for a lieutenant. Maybe it was because he'd never seemed overly impressed with himself, never felt making "Loo" meant that much anyway. Or maybe it was because he was more cynical, and funnier about his perspective on the world, than any of the detectives working under him.

True to form, he was wearing a weathered black leather coat, over a hooded gray sweatshirt. The outfit made his six feet two inches seem more compact, more physically impressive. Underneath a crushed black fedora, his hair was long and brown, and unruly. His eyes were a cool, dark brown, but could warm up once he got comfortable with someone. People said Stefanovitch looked like some kind of flaky film star, and he thought that wasn't all bad. Flaky film stars seemed to be running the world these days.

In the electrified darkness of Florida Street, car trunks sprung open with almost no sound. Out came .357 Magnums, twelve-gauge shotguns, N.Y.P.D.- and Nassau County-issue guns. Also, full ammo pouches.

The beachfront neighborhood felt as if it were about to explode.

The dope raid was going to be bigger than the celebrated French Connection. As much as two hundred kilograms; over a million and a half fixes for New York's 250,000 addicts.

They were closing in on Alexandre St.-Germain, the animal called the Grave Dancer; the man who had been Stefanovitch's obsession during the past twenty-two months. That was no accident either. Stefanovitch regularly got the most important narcotics cases in the N.Y.P.D. He was talented, and he thrived on challenges. For the past few years he'd been the department's "big play man." Nothing but the fast track for him.

Stefanovitch finally turned to his second in command, a 260-pound detective named Bear Kupchek. "You all ready, Charlie Chan?" he asked.

"Ah. Wise man never ready to walk down dark alleyway at night." Kupchek grinned like the portly Chinese detective.

"Fuck you, Charlie," said Stefanovitch.

Copyright © 1988 by James Patterson

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The Midnight Club

Fiction/General
Paperback (trade)
ISBN: 0446676411
$13.95/U.S.
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400 pages
5-1/4 x 8
Grand Central Publishing

Paperback (mass market)
Fiction/Thrillers
ISBN: 0446606383
$7.99/U.S.
$10.99/CAN
368 pages
3-5/8 x 4-3/4

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