"Cotton Malone will race to save the life of a good friend."
Reviewed by Leanne Davis
Posted January 24, 2011
Thriller Arcane
Cotton is given a message to log onto an unknown URL. When
he does, he sees Cassiopeia Vitt undergoing waterboarding, a
cruel form of torture. Her captors are asking for the
object Cassie left with him. But Cassie didn't leave
anything with him. In his quest to save Cassie, Cotton will
once again be drawn into an investigation which will take
him around the world. After the death of their friend Henrik, Cotton and Cassie
have grown closer. No longer just friends and partners in
espionage, they are feeling their way to a more fulfilling
relationship. Cotton will do what he must to save her life,
as she has saved his in the past. Cotton keeps the meeting, handing off an envelope with
nothing of value in it. He then follows the woman to a
meeting with another Chinese man, only to see them killed.
He is then held at gunpoint by a man of Russian descent.
Soon Cotton is drawn deep into a plot to find something of
great value to the the Chinese people. His search will take
him to Belgium, Vietnam, and then to China. What he doesn't know is that he has become a pawn in a power
struggle to control China. The Communist administration
faces tough opposition from a mysterious brotherhood of men
who will do anything they can to control the future of China. Filled with globe-hopping adventure, an incredibly
convoluted plot, daring escapes, and dangerous adventure,
fans of Mr. Berry won't want to miss this story. The
revelations of the tomb of the Emperor who left the the
renowned terra cotta warriors are exciting and amazing to
the reader. The power struggle and the hair-raising
adventures will keep readers on the edge of their seat.
This is a book is so fast-paced, it is nearly
impossible to put down.
SUMMARY
The tomb of China's First Emperor has remained sealed for
2200 years, guarded by an underground army of terra cotta
warriors. Though it’s regarded as one of the greatest
archeological sites in the world, the Chinese government
forbids anyone to open it. But why? That question is at the heart of a dilemma faced by
former-Justice Department operative Cotton Malone, whose
life is shattered when he receives an anonymous note
carrying an unfamiliar web address. Logging on, he sees
Cassiopeia Vitt, a woman who's saved his life on more than
one occasion, being tortured at the hands of a mysterious
man who has a single demand—Bring me the artifact she’s
asked you to keep safe. One problem: Malone doesn't have a clue what the man is
talking about, since Cassiopeia has left nothing with him.
So begins Malone’s most harrowing adventure to date—one that
offers up astounding historical revelations, pits him
against a secretive Chinese brotherhood, a phalanx of
eunuchs, and two men fighting to the death for control of
the world’s most populace place.
ExcerptChapter 1Copenhagen, Denmark
Tuesday, May 15
12:40 pm Cotton Malone typed the Web address with trembling fingers.
Like a phone that rings in the middle of the night, nothing
about an anonymous message was ever good. The note had arrived two hours ago, while he'd been out of
his bookshop on an errand, but the employee who'd accepted
the un¬marked envelope forgot to give it to him until a few
minutes ago. "The woman didn't say it was urgent," she said in her
defense. "What woman?" "Chinese lady, dressed in a gorgeous Burberry skirt. She
said to give it only to you." "She used my name?" "Twice." Inside had been a folded sheet of gray vellum upon which
was printed a Web address with a dot- org suffix. He'd
immediately climbed the four flights of stairs to his
apartment above the bookshop and found his laptop. He finished typing and waited while the screen blackened,
then a new image appeared. A video display console
indicated that a live feed was about to engage. The communications link established. A body appeared, lying on its back, arms above the head,
ankles and wrists bound tight to what looked like a sheet
of plywood. The person was angled so that the head was
slightly beneath the feet. A towel wrapped the face, but it
was clear the bound form was a woman. "Mr. Malone." The voice was electronically altered,
disguising every attribute of pitch and tone. "We've been
waiting. Not in much of a hurry, are you? I have something
for you to see." A hooded figure appeared on the screen, holding a plastic
bucket. He watched as water was poured onto the towel that
wrapped the bound woman's face. Her body writhed as she
struggled with her re¬straints. He knew what was happening. The liquid penetrated the towel and flowed unrestricted
into her mouth and nose. At first a few gulps of air could
be stolen-the throat constricted, inhaling little of the
water-but that could be maintained only for a few seconds.
Then the body's natural gag reflex would kick in and all
control would be lost. The head was angled downward so
grav¬ity could prolong the agony. It was like drowning
without ever being submerged. The man stopped pouring. The woman continued to struggle with her restraints. The technique dated back to the Inquisition. Highly favored
since it left no marks, its main drawback was harshness-so
intense that the victim would immediately admit to
anything. Malone had actually ex¬perienced it once, years
ago, while training to become a Magellan Billet agent. All
recruits had to take their turn as part of survival school.
His agony had been amplified by his dislike of confinement.
The bondage, combined with the soaked towel, had created an
unbearable claustro¬phobia. He recalled the public debate a
few years ago as to whether wa¬terboarding was torture. Damn right it was. "Here's the purpose of my contact," the voice said. The camera zoomed tight on the towel wrapping the woman's
face. A hand entered the frame and wrenched the soaked
cloth away, reveal¬ing Cassiopeia Vitt. "Oh, no," Malone muttered. Darts of fear pierced his skin. A light- headedness
overtook him. This can't be happening.
No. She blinked water from her eyes, spit more from her mouth,
and gained her breath. "Don't give them a damn thing,
Cotton. Nothing." The soaked towel was slapped back across her face. "That would not be smart," the computerized voice said. "Certainly not for her." "Can you hear me?" he said into the laptop's microphone. "Of course." "Is this necessary?" "For you? I believe so. You're a man to be respected.
Former Justice Department agent. Highly trained." "I'm a bookseller." The voice chuckled. "Don't insult my intelligence, or risk
her life any further. I want you to clearly understand
what's at stake." "And you need to understand that I can kill you." "By then, Ms. Vitt will be dead. So let's stop with the
bravado. I want what she gave you." He saw Cassiopeia renew her struggle against the
restraints, her head whipping from side to side beneath the
towel. "Give him nothing, Cotton. I mean it. I gave that to you
for safe¬keeping. Don't give it up." More water was poured. Her protests stopped as she fought
to breathe. "Bring the item to Tivoli Gardens, at two pm, just outside
the Chi¬nese pagoda. You'll be contacted. If you don't show-
" The voice paused. "-I think you can imagine the
consequences." The connection was severed. He sat back in the chair. He hadn't seen Cassiopeia in more than a month. Hadn't
spoken to her for two weeks. She'd said that she was headed
out on a trip but, characteristically, offered no details.
Their relationship was hardly one at all. Just an
attraction that they both tacitly acknowledged. Strangely,
Henrik Thorvaldsen's death had drawn them closer, and
they'd spent a lot of time together in the weeks after
their friend's funeral. She was tough, smart, and gutsy. But waterboarding? He doubted if she'd ever experienced anything like that. Seeing her on the screen tore at his gut. He suddenly
realized that if anything happened to this woman his life
would never be the same. He had to find her. But there was a problem. She'd obviously been forced to do whatever was necessary in
order to survive. This time, however, she may have bitten
off more than she could ever chew. She'd left nothing with him for safekeeping. He had no clue what she, or her captor, was talking about.
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