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Resurrecting Midnight [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Fiction)
  • Author:  Dickey, Eric Jerome
  • Author:  Dickey, Eric Jerome
  • ISBN-10:  0451229932
  • ISBN-10:  0451229932
  • ISBN-13:  9780451229939
  • ISBN-13:  9780451229939
  • Publisher:  Dutton
  • Publisher:  Dutton
  • Pages:  544
  • Pages:  544
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Jul-2010
  • Pub Date:  01-Jul-2010
  • SKU:  0451229932-11-SPLV
  • SKU:  0451229932-11-SPLV
  • Item ID: 100107698
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TheNew York Timesbestselling author does it again-in a fierce new novel of seduction, intrigue, and betrayal.

Gideon, a hired gun, trusts no one. But when his former lover resurfaces in need of his skills, Gideon accepts. The assignment leads to Argentina and a team of international mercenaries who will maim, kill, and torture to achieve victory. One of them has a connection to Gideon that neither assassin is aware of, a secret link that reaches into Gideon's past and plunges him into a double-cross so explosive no one will make it out unscarred.

Eric Jerome Dickey is the New York Times bestselling author of more than twenty previous novels as well as a six-issue miniseries of graphic novels featuring Storm (X-Men) and the Black Panther. Originally from Memphis, Dickey now lives on the road and rests in whatever hotel will have him.

Chapter 1

on dangerous ground

And their war began.

The stretch limousine exploded, became a time bomb moving at eighty miles per hour.

I verified the detonation in my side-view mirror. Its beautiful fire lit up the express lane on a humid night, the deadly cacophony forty yards behind me on I-95. The energy from that blast rolled through me, rattled both sides of the interstate and adjacent roads like we were in a San Francisco earthquake. Brake lights came alive in an abrupt chorus. Behind me, beyond that fiery limousine, four lanes of interstate crowded with cars, trucks, and motorcycles screeched to a halt, too late for speed demons to swerve and avoid flying debris.

I kept going.

The target was dead. The impossible mission was completed in less than forty-eight hours.

The corrupt and elusive con man inside the limo had been living a life of caviar and champagne, bodyguards at his side, men who were paid well and trained to shoot to kill. He was a man who didn't hesitate to take his enemies to the swampsló-

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