Spenser Confidential (Movie Tie-In) by Ace Atkins (English) Paperback Book

Description: Spenser Confidential (Movie Tie-In) by Ace Atkins Originally published as: Robert B. Parkers Wonderland. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description Previously Published as Robert B. Parkers WonderlandNOW A NETFLIX FILM STARRING MARK WAHLBERG AS SPENSER!Old friends. Small favors. Bitter rivals. Stirred together, it all makes for one explosive cocktail in this New York Times bestselling thriller that has Spenser feeling the heat...Henry Cimoli and Spenser have been friends for years, yet the old boxing trainer has never asked the private eye for a favor. Until now. A developer is trying to buy up Henrys condo on Revere Beach—with a push from local thugs. Soon Spenser and his apprentice, Zebulon Sixkill, are on the trail of a mysterious woman, a megalomaniacal Las Vegas kingpin, and a shady plan to turn a chunk of land north of Boston into a sprawling casino. As alliances shift and twisted dreams surface, the Boston political machine looks to end Spensers investigation one way or another—and once and for all. Author Biography Robert B. Parker was the author of seventy books, including the legendary Spenser detective series, the novels featuring police chief Jesse Stone, and the acclaimed Virgil Cole–Everett Hitch westerns, as well as the Sunny Randall novels. Winner of the Mystery Writers of America Grand Master Award and long considered the undisputed dean of American crime fiction, he died in January 2010. Ace Atkins is the New York Times bestselling author of the Quinn Colson novels, the first two of which—The Ranger and The Lost Ones—were nominated for the Edgar Award for Best Novel (he also has a third Edgar nomination for his short story, "Last Fair Deal Gone Down"). In addition, he is the author of several New York Times bestselling novels in the continuation of Robert B. Parkers Spenser series. Before turning to fiction, he was a correspondent for the St. Petersburg Times, a crime reporter for the Tampa Tribune, and, in college, played defensive end for the undefeated Auburn University football team (for which he was featured on the cover of Sports Illustrated). He lives in Oxford, Mississippi. Review Praise for Robert B. Parkers Wonderland"[Atkins] has captured the essence of Parkers storytelling—moral complexity, deft characterizations, spare, rhythmic dialogue—and reinvigorated it."—The Arizona Republic"Atkins crafts the talk between the characters so well. He also tells the sory in tight, short chaptersthat keep the story moving—again, so Parker-like."—Deseret News"Atkins has masterfully captured the essence of Parkers creation."—Lansing State Journal"These books are real gems...the old Spenser magic is back."—Aspen Daily NewsPraise for Ace Atkins and the Spenser Series"Handpicked by the Parker estate to be the keeper of the flame for the Spenser franchise, award-winning author Ace Atkins rises flawlessly to the occasion. In addition to the signature dialogue, all the familiars are fully resurrected: Susan, the sexy shrink; Pearl, the wonder dog; Hawk, the wonder sidekick; good cop Quirk, and, of course, Spenser himself, that consummate knight errant for the twenty-first century."—Kirkus Reviews"Its a feat when a writer creates characters who live and breathe on the page and make readers care and keep coming back for more. To manage that with someone elses characters, let alone with an icon like Spenser, is a minor miracle. Ace Atkins pulls it off."—Chicago Sun-Times"Atkins does a wonderful job with the characters created by Parker."—Booklist "Classic Spenser—the Spenser of wry wit, tasty food and drinks, hard workouts and lethal confrontations...Once again, Atkins has delivered a thriller that evokes the best of Parkers Spenser series, not least the punchy back-and-forth of the dialogue."—Associated Press"Atkins has done a splendid job of capturing the voice of the late Robert B. Parker."—Publishers Weekly Review Quote Praise for Robert B. Parkers Wonderland "[Atkins] has captured the essence of Parkers storytelling--moral complexity, deft characterizations, spare, rhythmic dialogue--and reinvigorated it."-- The Arizona Republic "Atkins crafts the talk between the characters so well. He also tells the sory in tight, short chaptersthat keep the story moving--again, so Parker-like."-- Deseret News "Atkins has masterfully captured the essence of Parkers creation."-- Lansing State Journal "These books are real gems...the old Spenser magic is back."-- Aspen Daily News Praise for Ace Atkins and the Spenser Series "Handpicked by the Parker estate to be the keeper of the flame for the Spenser franchise, award-winning author Ace Atkins rises flawlessly to the occasion. In addition to the signature dialogue, all the familiars are fully resurrected: Susan, the sexy shrink; Pearl, the wonder dog; Hawk, the wonder sidekick; good cop Quirk, and, of course, Spenser himself, that consummate knight errant for the twenty-first century."-- Kirkus Reviews "Its a feat when a writer creates characters who live and breathe on the page and make readers care and keep coming back for more. To manage that with someone elses characters, let alone with an icon like Spenser, is a minor miracle. Ace Atkins pulls it off."-- Chicago Sun-Times "Atkins does a wonderful job with the characters created by Parker."-- Booklist "Classic Spenser--the Spenser of wry wit, tasty food and drinks, hard workouts and lethal confrontations...Once again, Atkins has delivered a thriller that evokes the best of Parkers Spenser series, not least the punchy back-and-forth of the dialogue."--Associated Press "Atkins has done a splendid job of capturing the voice of the late Robert B. Parker."-- Publishers Weekly Excerpt from Book 1 Henry Cimoli didnt mince words. "Have I ever asked you for a favor?" "Nope." "In all the years Ive been knowin you and Hawk," Henry said, "I havent asked for jack squat." "Jack or squat has never been stated." We sat at an outdoor table at Kellys Roast Beef, facing the ocean at Revere Beach. It was early spring, and people had rediscovered shorts and T-shirts. I was particularly interested in the return of the skirt, bare legs, and high heels with thin straps. Not that Revere was a fashion mecca. Revere was a working-class town and Revere Beach was a working-class beach. But you could live well on the beach, and the seafood and Italian restaurants along the boulevard were very good. I had ordered a bucket of clams from the take-out window. "I take calls for you guys, keep Pearl when you and Susan want to leave town and moon over each other." "Pearl loves you, Henry." "Do I complain?" "She says you withhold affection." The wind was sharp and cold, but the sunshine warmed you during the lulls. I sampled a few fried clams from the bucket. Sadly, I learned Kellys did not serve Blue Moon ale, or any beer, for that matter. One cannot enjoy fried clams with a Coke Zero. I dipped a few more in tartar sauce, and studied a leggy brunette in a flowy skirt standing outside the beach pavilion. She kept the skirt from blowing away with the flat of her hand while she walked. Maybe Revere was on the verge of becoming fashionable. A couple paunchy guys in coveralls stained with grease got up from a table and patted their stomachs. One belched. Perhaps not. "Do I detect a request for a favor?" I said. "Why?" Henry said. "Because Im saying I never asked for one?" "Did I tell anyone about the time you wore lifts to that Hall of Fame banquet?" I said. Henry stood about five-four and weighed about 134 pounds. But 133 of it was muscle, and in his youth, hed gone toe to toe with Willie Pep. Some of that still showed in his face. He had a lot of scar tissue around the eyes; his knuckles looked like thick pebbles. He was a hard and tough man despite my claim that he had once been a member of the Lollipop Guild. "So you owe me?" he said. "Id do it anyway." "What?" "Whatever youre going to ask." "I dont like asking for stuff," Henry said. "I wasnt brought up that way. Say no if you want. Dont worry about what I said. Im just ticked off about all this crap." "Fried clam?" "You could lose a little weight, Spenser," Henry said. "Z told me youve been into the donuts again. You know how many calories are in one donut?" "Next youll want me to give up sex." "Women make you stupid." "Not all," I said, eating more clams. A blonde had taken the brunettes place, wearing wedge heels, tastefully frayed chino shorts, and a light blue button-down shirt with several buttons open. She wore designer sunglasses on top of her head and shifted her hips as she strolled. "She could." Henry motioned. "Talk slower," I said. "I cant understand you." "So you want to hear it or did you drive up to Revere on a Sunday to eat a bucket of clams?" "Im motivated equally." Henry craned his wrinkled neck over his shoulder, watching for anyone within earshot. Satisfied that a young couple with a toddler posed zero threat, he turned back. "We got some problems at my condo," Henry said. "I tried to handle it myself, but the cowards sent three guys the other night. They told me if I didnt shut up, that they were gonna toss me out my window." "What floor is your unit?" "Fourth floor." "Youre so light, you could blow away." "This aint funny." "Okay. Tell me about these guys." Henry shrugged. Several seagulls landed on a table next to us, and started to scrap over half an onion roll. "The guy talkin was a thick-necked steroid freak. He had a tattoo on his neck and crazy eyes." "Lovely." "Other guy was black, not as juiced-up, but just as thick. Third guy was older, with long hair and a goatee. Didnt look that tough. Maybe hes the shooter. He had that look, trying to show he was a hard guy." "Names?" Henry shrugged. "I didnt ask for references." The gulls yammered a bit until the victor took his spoils and flew across Beach Boulevard. "Whats it about?" "Some asshole wants to buy up the condo and buy us all out," Henry said. "Its a decent price. But I like the place and dont want to move. I mean, look at the fuckin view." "Its fucking grand." "And there are memories and all." Ten years ago, Henry had met a woman. She was ten years younger and she had given him eight good years. Lots of dinners and trips to the Cape. Two years ago shed died of cancer. He never spoke of it, but in his office Id seen a prayer candle next to an old photograph. Theyd bought the place together, Henry moving out of the gym and fifteen minutes away to the condo. "So I wont sign the paper," Henry said. "A few more of us feel the same way. Theres a nice Jewish couple up on eight who dont want to leave, either. One of these dumb shits made an anti-Semitic remark to the woman when she was bringing in her groceries. Used some bad language about her in front of her fucking husband." "Whos the guy wants to buy the building?" I asked. "I could pay him a visit and reason with his more enlightened side." "If I just needed head busting, I would have called Hawk." "Where is Hawk?" "Miami," Henry said. "Guarding some rich broad in South Beach." "You know the company who wants to buy your building?" "Nope," Henry said. "They sent some lawyer to come speak to the board." "When was this?" "Last week." "And you publicly objected?" "I aint alone," Henry said. "Half of us want to stay, others just want a fast buck. Theyre old and tired and looking for the easy way out." "Why not just take their money," I said, "if its a fair deal? Move back into your apartment at the gym. Maybe its time for Z to find his own place." "The money is okay but not great," Henry said. "I was considering it until they started to press. I dont like people pressing. Pisses me off. Being told what to do." "I can relate." "Figured you would." "Whens the next board meeting?" "Tuesday night at seven," Henry said. "Do they serve refreshments?" "All the bullshit you can eat." "Wonderful." "I sure like to know what kind of piece of crap sends some hoods around to harass a bunch of old people." "I can most certainly find that out." 2 "You told Henry that I was putting on weight?" "I told him that you ate too many donuts," Zebulon Sixkill said. "He decided you had put on weight." "Is there no loyalty from my Native American apprentice?" "Pale Face shouldnt take more than his fair share." We were running along the Charles River that Tuesday morning. The promise of an early spring had turned to gray skies and spitting rain. But it was warm enough to wear athletic shorts and a blue sweatshirt with the sleeves cut off. Z was pushing me a bit, keeping a faster pace than I preferred. My pace was slow and even, knowing I could outlast him on the five-mile route along both sides of the river. Maybe if Id been a D-1 running back like Z, Id have been swifter of foot. "How long have you known Henry?" Z asked. "Since I was eighteen." "You and Hawk?" "Hawk and I." "So there isnt much you wouldnt do for the man?" he asked. "Nope." "Me either," Z said. "He didnt have to give me a place to stay when you started to train me. I was a mess. All that booze and sloppiness. On the juice. I still dont know why he did it." "Because he saw some promise," I said. "Henry has always had an eye for talent." "Hes a good man." "Yep," I said. "How are you Details ISBN0593190653 Author Ace Atkins Year 2020 ISBN-10 0593190653 ISBN-13 9780593190654 Format Paperback Pages 336 Series Spenser Language English Series Number 42 UK Release Date 1900-01-01 Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2020-02-25 NZ Release Date 2020-02-25 US Release Date 2020-02-25 Publisher Penguin Putnam Inc Publication Date 2020-02-25 Imprint G P Putnams Sons DEWEY 813.54 Audience General We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. 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