Don't Blink
BLINK
James
Patterson
& Howard Roughan
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For Isabel Morris Patterson.
— J.P
.
To Elaine Glass, one of the bravest I know.
— H.R
.
Also by James Patterson
ALEX CROSS NOVELS
Along Came a Spider
Kiss the Girls
Jack and Jill
Cat and Mouse
Pop Goes the Weasel
Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
Four Blind Mice
The Big Bad Wolf
London Bridges
Mary, Mary
Cross
Double Cross
Cross Country
Alex Cross’s Trial (
with Richard DiLallo
)
I, Alex Cross
Cross Fire (
to be published November 2010
)
DETECTIVE MICHAEL BENNETT SERIES
Step on a Crack (
with Michael Ledwidge
)
Run for Your Life (
with Michael Ledwidge
)
Worst Case (
with Michael Ledwidge
)
STAND-ALONE THRILLERS
Sail (
with Howard Roughan
)
Swimsuit (
with Maxine Paetro
)
Private (
with Maxine Paetro
)
Postcard Killers (
with Liza Marklund, to be
published September 2010
)
NON-FICTION
Torn Apart (
with Hal and Cory Friedman
)
The Murder of King Tut (
with Martin
Dugard
)
ROMANCE
Sundays at Tiffany’s (
with Gabrielle
Charbonnet
)
THE WOMEN’S MURDER CLUB SERIES
1st to Die
2nd Chance (
with Andrew Gross
)
3rd Degree (
with Andrew Gross
)
4th of July (
with Maxine Paetro
)
The 5th Horseman (
with Maxine Paetro
)
The 6th Target (
with Maxine Paetro
)
7th Heaven (
with Maxine Paetro
)
8th Confession (
with Maxine Paetro
)
9th Judgement (
with Maxine Paetro
)
10th Anniversary (
with Maxine Paetro, to be
published March 2011
)
FAMILY OF PAGE-TURNERS
MAXIMUM RIDESERIES
The Angel Experiment
School’s Out Forever
Saving the World and Other Extreme Sports
The Final Warning
Max
Fang
MAXIMUM RIDE MANGA
Volume 1 (
with NaRae Lee
)
Volume 2 (
with NaRae Lee
)
Volume 3 (
with NaRae Lee
)
DANIEL X SERIES
The Dangerous Days of Daniel X (
with
Michael Ledwidge
)
Daniel X: Alien Hunter Graphic Novel (
with
Leopoldo Gout
)
Daniel X: Watch the Skies (
with Ned Rust
)
Daniel X: Demons and Druids (
with
Adam Sadler
)
WITCH & WIZARD SERIES
Witch & Wizard: The New Order (
with
Gabrielle Charbonnet
)
Witch & Wizard: The Gift (
with Gabrielle
Charbonnet, to be published October 2010
)
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IN THE WINK OF
A BLINK OF AN EYE
LOMBARDO’S STEAKHOUSE ON Manhattan’s tony Upper East Side was justly famous for two things, two specialties of the house. The first was its double-thick, artery-clogging forty-six-ounce porterhouse, the mere sight of which could give a vegan an apoplectic seizure.
The second claim to fame was its clientele.
Simply put, Lombardo’s Steakhouse was paparazzi heaven. From A-list actors to all-star pro athletes, CEOs to super-models, rap stars to poet laureates — anyone who was anyone could be spotted at Lombardo’s, whether they were brokering deals or just looking and acting fabulous.
Zagat, the ubiquitous red bible of dining guides, said it best: “Get ready to rub elbows and egos with the jet set, because Lombardo’s is definitely the place to see and be seen.”
Unless you were Bruno Torenzi, that is.
He was the man who was about to make Lombardo’s
Steakhouse renowned for something else. Something terrible, just unbelievably awful.
And no one seemed to notice him … until it was too late … until the deed was almost done.
Of course, that was the idea, wasn’t it? In his black three-button Ermenegildo Zegna suit and dark-tinted sunglasses, Bruno Torenzi could have been anybody. He could have been
everybody
.
Besides, it was lunch. Broad daylight, for Christ’s sake.
For something this sick and depraved to go down, you would have at least thought nighttime. Hell, make that a full moon with a chorus of howling wolves.
“Can I help you, sir?” inquired the hostess, Tiffany, the one person who did manage to notice Torenzi if only because it was her job. She was a young and stunning blonde from the Midwest, with perfect porcelain skin, who could turn more heads than a chiropractor.
But it was as if she didn’t even exist.
Torenzi didn’t stop, didn’t even glance her way when she spoke to him. He just waltzed right by her, cool as a cabana.
Screw it
, thought the busy hostess, letting him go. The restaurant was packed as always, and he certainly looked like he belonged. There were other customers arriving, getting in her face as only New Yorkers can. Surely this guy was meeting up with someone who was already seated.
