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While investigating a double homicide in an isolated northern Wisconsin town, FBI Special Agent Patrick Bowers uncovers a high-tech conspiracy that twists through long-buried Cold War secrets and targets present-day tensions in the Middle East.In his most explosive thriller yet, bestselling author Steven James delivers a multi-layered storytelling tour de force that not only delivers pulse-pounding suspense but also deftly explores the rippling effects of the choices we make.The Queen is a techno-thriller that will leave you breathless, offered by the author Publishers Weekly calls a "master storyteller at the peak of his game."

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Publié par	Baker Publishing Group
Date de parution	01 septembre 2011
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781441234001
Langue	English

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© 2011 by Steven James
Published by Revell
a division of Baker Publishing Group
P.O. Box 6287, Grand Rapids, MI 49516-6287
www.revellbooks.com
Ebook edition created 2011
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means—for example, electronic, photocopy, recording—without the prior written permission of the publisher. The only exception is brief quotations in printed reviews.
ISBN 978-1-4412-3400-1
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data is on file at the Library of Congress, Washington, DC.
The quote on p. 233 is taken from P. Kreeft, Back to Virtue (San Francisco: Ignatius Press, 1986), 37.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
Praise for The Pawn
“Riveting . . . a gripping plot and brisk pacing will win James some fans eager for his next offering.” — Publishers Weekly
“[An] exceptional psychological thriller. Steven James writes at a breakneck pace, effortlessly pulling the reader along on this incredible thrill ride. With this first installment of The Bowers Files, Steven James has left his mark as a writer to watch for.” — Armchair Reviews
“A very interesting story. This is the first of a planned series, the second of which is The Rook . If that is as tightly drawn and paced as The Pawn already is, John Sandford might have to start looking over his shoulder.” — Crimespree Magazine
“ The Pawn is an intense, CSI -like thriller. This is not a story for the weak of stomach or faint of heart; the killers’ histories and crime scene descriptions spare no detail. With his first novel, James steps into Christian fiction with a bang.” — Christian Retailing
Praise for The Rook
“Best story of the year—perfectly executed.”— The Suspense Zone
“Fans of CSI and Law & Order will enjoy the police work and forensics, but this jacked-up read feels more like an explosive episode of 24 ; it’s a wild ride with a shocking conclusion.” — Publishers Weekly starred review
“Steven James writes short, snappy chapters, and his action-packed book is filled with many twists and turns.” — ChristianBook Preview
“ The Rook is suspense thriller writing at its highest level with complex storylines, unpredictable plot twists, and characters who engage the reader in many different ways.” — TitleTrakk.com
Praise for The Knight
“Top-notch suspense.” — RT Book Reviews
“There’s a nice balance to The Knight , from the intrigue of the cleverly devised plot to the thrill of the investigation, and from the tense courtroom drama to the loving relationship Bowers has with his stepdaughter. It’s a smart, thoughtful, and satisfying novel.” — Mysterious Reviews
“Page after page, the suspense never ends. This book is highly recommended.” — Midwest Book Review
“ The Knight is a fabulous, fast-paced thriller full of surprise and suspense—and I highly recommend it.” — 5 Minutes for Books
“If you haven’t read any of the books in this series, what are you waiting for? I’ve never had a more enjoyable time reading a suspense novel, and I am dying until book 4 comes out. VERY HIGHLY recommended.” — Books, Movies, and Chinese Food: Book Review
“I’m continually in awe of Steven James and his mastery of story. If you are looking for top-notch thriller writing laced with suspense, action, mystery, and emotion, then look no further. Steven James is your guy.” — Fiction Addict
Praise for The Bishop
“James writes smart, taut, high-octane thrillers. But be warned—his books are not for the timid. The endings blow me away every time.” —Mitch Galin, producer, Stephen King’s The Stand and Frank Herbert’s Dune
“Move over, Alex Cross, there’s a new FBI special agent in DC, Patrick Bowers. Steven James joins the ranks of James Patterson in his spine-tingling thriller The Bishop . Patterson fans are going to love Steven James.” —Kathleen Antrim, bestselling author, Capital Offense
“Steven James’s The Bishop should come with a warning: don’t start reading unless you’re prepared to finish this book in a single sitting. Riveting!” —Karen Dionne, International Thriller Writers website chair; managing editor, The Big Thrill
“ The Bishop —full of plot twists, nightmarish villains, and family conflicts—kept me turning pages on a red-eye all the way from New York City to Amsterdam. Steven James tells stories that grab you by the collar and don’t let go.” —Norb Vonnegut, author, Top Producer ; editor, Acrimoney.com
“Steven James locks you in a thrill ride, with no brakes. He sets the new standard in suspense writing.” — Suspense Magazine
“Incredible.” —Ann Tatlock, award-winning author
“Forget what you know. Steven James turns everything upside down in The Bishop . This is thriller writing at its absolute best.” — TheChristianManifesto.com
“Breakneck speed doesn’t even begin to describe the pace of The Bishop . Absolutely brilliant.” —Jeff Buick, bestselling author, Bloodline
“As thrilling and unexpected as any five-star action movie. James delivers a new take on crime and the criminal mind that’s both eye-opening and heart-pounding. A high-energy read that delivers a jolt to the senses again and again.” —John Tinker, Emmy-award-winning writer
Contents
Cover
Title Page
Copyright Page
Endorsements
Epilogue
Part I: Ice (Chapters 1-45)
Prologue
Part II: Wind (Chapters 46-68)
Part III: Night (Chapters 69-104)
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Back Ads
On October 1, 2003, at 03:25 a.m., hackers broke into the Naval Ocean Systems Center in San Diego, California.
An unknown amount of data was stolen.
Since that day, there have been over six dozen confirmed instances of malware and logic bombs found in the Department of Defense’s Joint Worldwide Intelligence Communication System (JWICS), the United States military’s most secure, dedicated intranet for sending critical and top secret information to combat troops and first-strike weapons systems worldwide.
The United States government continues to deny that these events ever occurred.

Prologue
Present day
San Antonio, Texas
10:13 p.m.
Kirk Tyler turned the computer monitor to face his captive.
The video image showed a young woman leaving the Authorized Personnel Only entrance to Lone Star Mall. The mall had closed more than hour ago. No one else around.
Nighttime.
The girl was the man’s daughter.
Dashiell Collet wrenched against his bonds, but the duct tape held him securely to the steel chair and he wasn’t going anywhere. The empty warehouse loomed around him.
“This doesn’t have to end badly for her,” Kirk said, enjoying the view of the seventeen-year-old cheerleader sashaying to her car. Erin was obviously unaware that she was being followed, that she was being recorded, that her life was balancing on such a razor-thin edge. “Just answer my question.”
Dashiell was silent.
“Well?” Kirk asked.
“If you touch her.” Dashiell’s teeth were clenched. “I swear to God—”
“Let’s leave God out of this.” Kirk stared at the screen. The video feed came from a camera hidden in the top button of the oxford of his associate, now twenty paces behind the girl. “I just want you to tell me the name of the person you’ve been in touch with at the Pentagon. That’s it. Just your contact’s name, and this will be all over.”
“I told you before, I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
“You worked at the facility for fourteen years.”
“What facility?”
“Dashiell, please. Enough. I want to know the name of the person in charge of the project.”
Dashiell shook his head adamantly. “You’ve made a mistake. I’m the wrong man.”
Considering Dashiell’s situation, Kirk was surprised by the amount of resolve in the man’s voice. Apparently his training was serving him well.
So, a little convincing.
Kirk’s partner was wearing a hands-free Bluetooth earpiece, and Kirk spoke to him, said two words: “Take her.”
On the monitor he could see the distance between the camera and Erin shrinking as his associate moved swiftly, silently, toward her.
“No!” Dashiell cried.
Erin was fishing her car keys out of her purse.
“This will stop,” Kirk said, “when you want it to stop.”
Dashiell strained heroically to get free, but the way he was bound, his struggles only constricted the duct tape more tightly around his ankles and wrists.
“I don’t know anyone at the Pentagon!” he yelled. “I’m telling you I’m an insurance adjuster! That’s all!”
Erin reached the car.
Opened the driver’s door.
The camera was a yard away from her back.
And then.
She must have noticed the person in her side-view mirror or heard the rustle of movement behind her because she turned abruptly and opened her mouth to scream, but Kirk’s partner was on her before she could.
“I don’t know anyone!” Dashiell hollered.
On the video feed, Kirk could see a hand clamped over the girl’s mouth as she was shoved brusquely into the car. The images became quick, jerky.
“I swear!”
“I don’t believe you, Dashiell.”
“Leave her out of this! Let her go!”
It was hard to tell what was happening in the vehicle. A struggle, yes, but for the moment everything was a blur of arms and colors and cries. Then, the screen showed the flash of a hand backhanding the girl and then, as she called out weakly for help, Kirk watched as her left arm was pressed down and punched with a hypodermic needle.
“Stop this!” Dashiell shouted. “Call him off!”
“Tell me.”
Erin’s eyes rolled back. She drifted down in her seat.
“Okay, I will! Just tell him to stop!”
Kirk spoke into the phone. “Hang on.”
An arm positioned the girl’s now limp body in the front passenger seat, strapping the seat belt across her waist and chest. The driver’s door clicked shut, then the video image remained stationary, the camera staring patiently out the windshield at the stretch of vacant parking lot su