![]() Behind the mirrored lenses of his Persol aviators, he kept his gray eyes locked level and forward, his mind blank. ![]() Outside the stores, swarms of summer Saturday tourists took pictures and stood gaping as if they were having trouble believing they were standing in the very center of the capital of the world.īut the world's most expensive avenue might as well have been a dirt road through a shit kicker's cornfield as far as Berger was concerned. Moments later, along both sides of the upscale boulevard, glittering signs began to flick past like a Vanity Fair magazine come to life: Tiffany's, Chanel, Zegna, Pucci, Fendi, Louis Vuitton. At 59th Street, the park's treetops gave way to the ornate fairy-tale facade of the Plaza Hotel. The crisp, almost sweet smell of Central Park's pin oaks and dogwoods fused harmoniously with the scent of the hand-stitched leather. The fine leather seat slammed luxuriously into Berger's back as he launched the convertible with a high-torque snarl down East 77th Street and out onto Fifth Avenue. "Thanks, Tommy," Berger said, deftly slipping the man a five as he slid behind the luxury sports car's iconic three-pronged steering wheel. Berger," the smiling half-Hispanic, half-Asian garage attendant said as he bounced out and held open the wood-inlaid door. "With this heat, I figured you'd want the top down, as usual, Mr. With his salt-and-pepper Beckham buzz cut, pressed khakis, silk navy golf shirt, and deep golden tan that suggested even deeper pockets, it was hard to tell if the car or its driver was being described by the purring Merc's vanity plate: So did the lean forty-something waiting by the garage's office when the sleek Merc stopped on a dime out front. The out-of-the-box midnight blue SL550 Mercedes convertible that squealed out of its car elevator at three minutes past noon that Saturday seemed tailor-fit to the high-rent neighborhood. ![]() Tucked side by side and bumper to bumper within its four temperature-controlled underground levels beneath East 77th Street were several vintage Porsches, a handful of Ferraris, even a pair of his-and-hers Lamborghinis. LIKE THE LUXURY CO-OPS and five-star French eateries located in Manhattan's Silk Stocking District, Benchley East Side Parking was outrageously exclusive. ![]() From the creator of the #1 New York detective series comes the most volatile and most explosive Michael Bennett novel ever. All too soon, another appalling crime leads Bennett to a shocking discovery that exposes the killer’s pattern and the earth-shattering enormity of his plan. As his affection for Emily grows into something stronger, his relationship with Mary Catherine takes an unexpected turn. Not only does it tear apart their vacation, it leaves the entire family open to attack.īennett enlists the help of a former colleague, FBI Agent Emily Parker. The city calls on Detective Michael Bennett, pulling him away from a seaside retreat with his ten adopted children, his grandfather, and their beloved nanny, Mary Catherine. Immediately, it becomes clear that they are not the work of an amateur, but of a calculating, efficient, and deadly mastermind. The city has never been more terrified!Ī rash of horrifying crimes tears through the city, throwing it into complete chaos and terrorizing everyone living there. Removed Tts_version 3.NYC’s #1 detective, Michael Bennett, has a huge problem–the Son of Sam, the Werewolf of Wisteria and the Mad Bomber are all back. OL15598556W Page_number_confidence 90.80 Pages 426 Ppi 300 Rcs_key 24143 Republisher_date 20200610201620 Republisher_operator Republisher_time 729 Scandate 20200528162233 Scanner Scanningcenter cebu Scribe3_search_catalog isbn Scribe3_search_id 9781846057601 Source Access-restricted-item true Addeddate 16:03:58 Associated-names Ledwidge, Michael Boxid IA1809411 Camera USB PTP Class Camera Collection_set printdisabled External-identifier
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