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Jericho Point

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‘‘You’re going to think Meg Gardiner is a gift from heaven for thriller/mystery readers.’’—Stephen King
China Lake
‘‘Do me a favor, okay? Lay your hands on . . .
China Lake
. [It] had me at page one. Miss Gardiner makes it all work. . . . Amazingly entertaining.’’ —Stephen King ‘‘[An] exciting mix. Great stuff.’’

Independent on Sunday
‘‘With a colorful cast of richly delineated characters, a protagonist with whom the readers will easily identify—all big hearted, quick tongued, and hair-trigger tempered . . . a fast-paced ride through some of the more dubious nooks and crannies of the American dream.’’

The Guardian
‘‘Fast and hard-edged. Buy it, read it.’’

Hull Daily Mail
‘‘A cracker, with memorable characters, memorable lines, and a plot that races along to an explosive ending. A great summer read.’’ —
Huddersfield Daily Examiner
‘‘Very well written, racy, and witty.’’ —Tangled Web
‘‘From beginning to end,
China Lake
is a book no reader of thrillers will be able to put down. Great characters, dynamic plot, nail-biting action—Meg Gardiner gives us everything.’’ —Elizabeth George
Kill Chain
‘‘Evan Delaney is a paragon for our times: tough, funny, clever, brave, tireless, and compassionate. The pace and inventiveness never flag, and the climax . . . is both nail-biting and moving. But the brilliant writing is what puts this thriller way ahead of the competition. Intelligent escapism at its best.’’ —
The Guardian
‘‘I loved every minute of it. A breathtaking thriller, gripping and relentless.’’
—Caroline Carver, CWA Dagger-winning author of
Blood Junction
‘‘A rattling good read.’’ —
News of the World
‘‘Brilliant.’’ —
Evening Telegraph
(Peterborough, UK)
‘‘The action is high octane from the first page. Once you pick it up, it’s a very hard book to put down.’’

My Weekly
‘‘Fast and furious.’’ —
The Literary Review
‘‘Full of classic Gardiner one-liners . . . but mostly there’s a serious freezerload of scare-you-silly chills.’’
—Stephen King
‘‘A tense and exciting thriller where almost anything seems possible. A conspiracy theorist’s must-have.’’

Independent on Sunday
‘‘Easily one of the best thrillers I’ve read this year. I could barely wait to get to the next page. If you start this book be prepared to be unable to put it down. Meg Gardiner has written a cracker.’’ —Caroline Carver
‘‘This book rips. It makes
Silence of the Lambs
look like Mary had a little one—it never lets up.’’
—Adrienne Dines, author of
The Jigsaw Maker
Mission Canyon
‘‘A harrowing (and all too timely) story of corporate greed and evildoing in quirky Southern California.’’
—Jeffery Deaver
‘‘A rattling good read with an unexpected twist.’’

Sunday Telegraph
‘‘Fiction at its finest . . . many nail-biting moments and hand-wringing twists.’’

Evening Telegraph
(Peterborough, UK)
‘‘Simply put, the finest crime suspense series I’ve come across in the last twenty years . . . your basic can’t-put ’em-down thrill rides.
—Stephen King
‘‘Meg Gardiner is a welcome addition to the ranks of American thriller writers.’’ —
The Daily Telegraph
‘‘Meg Gardiner has rekindled my interest in thrillers.’’

The Independent
‘‘Meg Gardiner is a class act at the top of her game.’’

My Weekly
‘‘Meg Gardiner has a powerful style—fast-paced, immediate, and imaginative.’’ —
‘‘Meg Gardiner goes from strength to strength.’’
—OneWord Radio
‘‘Meg Gardiner is brilliant at making the over-the-top seem utterly convincing.’’ —
The Guardian
‘‘Meg Gardiner hard-boils her American crime with the best of them. . . . If you like Sue Grafton and Janet Evanovich, you ought to have discovered Gardiner by now.’’ —
Evening Telegraph
(Peterborough, UK)
‘‘Meg Gardiner takes us to places we hope we’ll never have to go in reality.’’ —Caroline Carver
Also by Meg Gardiner
China Lake
Mission Canyon
Kill Chain
The Dirty Secrets Club
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eISBN : 978-1-4406-3269-3

For my children, Kate, Mark, and Nate
A number of people have helped with the creation of this novel. For their support and advice I would like to thank: Paul Shreve—husband, guitar player, and my everything, day and night; the writers’ group—Mary Albanese, Suzanne Davidovac, Adrienne Dines, Nancy Fraser, and Tammye Huf—for never letting me get away with less than my best; Caroline Carver; Marilyn Moreno and Hector Moreno, attorneys at law; my editor, Sue Fletcher, for her clear eye and inerrant sense of direction; Swati Gamble; and for his wisdom and belief in me, deepest gratitude to the late Giles Gordon.
It’s only rock ’n’ roll, I hear. What a lie.
We know—any of us who has held a lover skin against skin while a song aches from the car radio. Anyone who has shed rage or sorrow to a thundering backbeat. Anyone who holds a guitar and strikes a chord and hears the shout rise from the crowd. We know. It’s glory, it’s riches, it’s a craving. It’s immortality. And as I drove through a winter storm, with rain drumming on the windshield and dark rhythms pounding in my ears, I was about to discover another truth. That night, it was also death.
I pulled into the driveway just as the sofa tumbled off the balcony in front of me. It was on fire, an orange shriek in the night. I braked. It hit the driveway and a burning cushion bounced onto the concrete. Though the rain was a cold lash, the fire burned bright. People stood in the street, cheering. Sorority girls danced under the flame’s light. From the house came hoots and braying, and a keg flew off the balcony. It crashed in front of the couch and flailed beer in an arc. The girls dashed away shrieking.
Welcome to Friday night in Isla Vista.
My stomach was roiling. Eleven p.m. on a February night, and the phone had stabbed me awake.
Can you come? We don’t know what else to do. He had your phone number with him.
Midterms were over; that’s why IV was romping tonight. Take fifteen thousand college students, add testosterone and ethyl alcohol, and you get
The Lord of the Flies
with a Top 40 soundtrack. I rolled down my window to double-check the address. Del Playa Drive—when I went to the university, I had neither the cash nor the cool to live here. The wind kicked up, blowing rain onto my face. I wiped my eyes, backed the Explorer onto the street, and parked. This was the place.
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