Silken Prey: A Lucas Davenport Novel

Silken Prey: A Lucas Davenport Novel

John Sandford

Language: English

Pages: 464

ISBN: 0425267768

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Murder. Scandal. Politics. And one billionaire heiress so dangerous in so many ways.

It’s the explosive new Lucas Davenport thriller from the #1 New York Times bestselling author.

All hell has broken loose in the capital. An influential state senator has been caught with something very, very nasty on his office computer. The governor can’t believe it—the senator’s way too smart for that, even if he is from the other party. Something’s not right.

As Davenport investigates, the trail leads to a political fixer who has disappeared, then—troublingly—to the Minneapolis police department itself, and most unsettling of all, to a woman who could give Machiavelli lessons in manipulation. She has very definite ideas about the way the world should work—along with the money, ruthlessness, and cold-blooded will to make it happen.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’ll take a look and see what we can find out about her.” “Another thing: we need to manage the news release. We know it’ll leak, we need to be out front on that.” “That’s what Mitford’s for,” Lucas said. “Just make sure he gives me a heads-up before the shit hits the fan.” “I will. Now about your book . . .” Henderson said. He patted the bound printout that Lucas had given him. “Into the grinder,” Lucas said. • • • AT TEN MINUTES AFTER nine o’clock that night, Roger

asked to help out in a law enforcement investigation, and they did.” “Aw, shit,” Lucas said. ICE would not be much of a problem; she’d worked with law enforcement, and had testified in court hearings about her work. But he dreaded calling Kidd, who’d always seemed to Lucas to be a reclusive sort, an artist, a fringe guy who, as it turned out, also knew something about computers. He shouldn’t have used him, Lucas thought: Kidd looked and talked tough, but might actually be too brittle for

opened another case. This necklace was smaller, more demure . . . and sparkled with diamonds. Kidd tapped a corner of the screen: “She took it out of the safe.” “Can we get a look at it? The safe?” “I can rewind a bit, look at that corner . . .” He stepped back through the recording, to the point that the camera had stopped recording. “The camera triggers on movement, and runs for another thirty seconds.” There was a jump, and then the unclothed Grant walked into the screen

cracked in place: it was too good. So Lauren had simply used a power jack to rip the safe completely out of the wall, had Kidd throw it out the window of the man’s condominium, and had whipped him into carrying the brutally heavy safe, at a fast jog, which was all he could manage, several hundred yards to their car. She’d taken the safe to a machinist friend, who’d cut it open. Kidd could feel an incipient hernia when he even thought about that night. . . . She hadn’t only stolen for the

hanging around . . . what are the chances?” “You don’t need me to figure that out. You already have,” Flowers said, kicking his feet off the desk. “You just want me to say you’re right.” “Am I right?” “Probably. What are you going to do about it?” “Will I ever get any evidence against them?” “Not unless something weird happens,” Flowers said. “Listen, let me tell you. Strange things happen in combat areas. Unpleasant things have to be done . . . and somebody has to do them.

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