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Hit and Run: A Lt. Joe Dante Novel - Softcover

Newman, Christopher

 
9780440222637: Hit and Run: A Lt. Joe Dante Novel
Softcover
ISBN 10: 044022263X ISBN 13: 9780440222637
Verlag: Dell Pub Co, 1997

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Detective Joe Dante lives in a downtown loft and hangs with an uptown crowd.  A cop who doesn't act, talk, or play like other cops, Dante's got Brooklyn-bred street smarts and a half-finished Ph.D. dissertation on his bookshelf.  But when a man is struck down by a car outside a posh Manhattan hotel, Dante is plunged into a world like no other he's ever seen.

The victim was a corporate executive.  The killer was a hit-and-run driver.  And when Dante and his team investigate the accident, they find a billion-dollar stock-market deal and the tracks of a Wall Street financier gone missing from his Sutton Place co-op.

Now Dante is putting together the jagged pieces of a puzzle of sex, money, ambition, and high-tech fraud.  It's a hunt that will take him from the pinnacle of high finance to Manhattan's meanest streets.  Because Detective Joe Dante is chasing a man who has a thirty-eight-million-dollar motive for murder--multiple murder--and the cunning to get away wit

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e Dante lives in a downtown loft and hangs with an uptown crowd. A cop who doesn't act, talk, or play like other cops, Dante's got Brooklyn-bred street smarts and a half-finished Ph.D. dissertation on his bookshelf. But when a man is struck down by a car outside a posh Manhattan hotel, Dante is plunged into a world like no other he's ever seen.<br><br>The victim was a corporate executive. The killer was a hit-and-run driver. And when Dante and his team investigate the accident, they find a billion-dollar stock-market deal and the tracks of a Wall Street financier gone missing from his Sutton Place co-op.<br><br>Now Dante is putting together the jagged pieces of a puzzle of sex, money, ambition, and high-tech fraud. It's a hunt that will take him from the pinnacle of high finance to Manhattan's meanest streets. Because Detective Joe Dante is chasing a man who has a thirty-eight-million-dollar motive for murder--multiple murde

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Bruce Webster's thoughts were three thousand miles away when Vivian Hoag slid close to place a hand on his thigh and squeeze.  He started with surprise.

"Pour us more champagne?"  she purred.

As she made her request, she focused an intent scowl on the dance floor, where her husband held a tall, slender brunette and swayed to an easy mambo.  Bruce saw hatred in Vivian's glare.

"How obvious is it to you?"  she growled.  Her hand lingered, gentle pressure still applied by those fingers as Webster reached to pull the bottle from the bucket.

"What's that?"  With her hand in his lap, his mind was no longer a continent away.  He filled her glass.

"That they're having an affair.  Bill and that slut, Andrea."

Bill Hoag was the CEO of Telenet, a telecommunications maverick eager to acquire a revolutionary new technology developed by Webster's San Jose, California, firm.  Bruce was Hoag's guest at this gathering; the annual Telenet New Year's Eve bash at the Doubles Club, in Manhattan's Sherry-Netherland Hotel.  There were some problems with the deal right now, but Bruce still wanted it to happen as much as Hoag did.  He reminded himself to remain cautious, but Mrs. Hoag's substantial breasts, threatening to spill from the confines of her plunging neckline, weren't any help to him.  She was so close that her warmth radiated through the sleeve of his dinner jacket.  He would swear he could almost feel her heartbeat.  In spite of himself, his own pulse had quickened.

"Speculation or known fact?" he asked in reply.  When he'd first met Hoag's dance partner that evening, he was struck by the contrast between Andrea Hill's porcelain white skin, the almost-black helmet of her short, straight hair, and a pair of huge blue eyes.  The effect seemed anything but sluttish.

Mrs. Hoag sighed, sipped from her glass and leaned more heavily into him.  "I don't have photographs, if that's what you mean.  But wives know these things.  Bill hasn't laid a hand on me in months."

This was more than Bruce wanted to know.  Yet his eyes wandered down to those swelling breasts, their full weight at rest atop his forearm.  Christ.  "He's been pretty busy with this merger," he countered.  "Back and forth to the Coast a dozen times since Thanksgiving.  That's a fair-size distraction."

Her face, upturned just inches from his, showed a hardness around its edges despite the pert, upturned nose and wide, sensuous mouth.  He guessed her to be about his own age.  Andrea Hill might be a year or two younger.

"We've been married five years, Mr. Webster.  The first three, he couldn't keep his hands off me."  Her fingers drifted as she spoke, her nails raking the fabric stretched tight across his inner thigh.

A host of images flashed through Webster's mind, all of them carnal and all involving Vivian Hoag.  Divorced at twenty-eight, he'd found it difficult to reattach.  After drifting in and out of several relationships, he'd decided to give it a rest.  This merger had kept him extremely busy.  Enough so that his self-exile from the dating pool had taken no great effort.  Until now.  It was five months since he'd been with a woman.  Only inches from Vivian's coaxing fingers, he had an erection that begged to be allowed back in the swim again.  To force his attention toward safer ground, he regarded Bill and Andrea on the dance floor and shrugged.  "If they're having an affair, I think they're being pretty obvious.  Don't you?"

Vivian leaned close again to respond when the band fell suddenly silent.  All heads turned to focus on television monitors as Bruce recognized the scene onscreen.  Times Square.  Suspended on a brightly lit pole above the throng that jammed the streets below, the famous ball had begun its descent.

"Seven!  Six!  Five!..."  The old year expired as the new one approached.

Bruce had joined the countdown when his breath caught in his throat.  Beneath the table, hidden from view, Vivian Hoag's fingers had found his erection.

"Two!  One!  Happy New Year!"

His face hot with sudden, flushed embarrassment, Webster felt Vivian's eager arms encircle his neck and her surging tongue fill his mouth.



    

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Verlag
Dell Pub Co
Erscheinungsdatum
1997
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
044022263X
ISBN 13 
9780440222637
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Anzahl der Seiten
352
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